The chip, a small but fierce hero, stands before us in all its glory. Or does it?
As we delve deeper into the production process, the chip begins to question its own purpose in life. "Am I more than just a crunchy, salty, deliciously addictive morsel of joy?" it wonders.
The chip consults with the great philosopher, a wise old bag of pretzels. "Existentialism is a journey, my young chip, not a destination." The pretzels offer some sage advice, but the chip is still unsure.
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