I'm doing surgery on a snowman.
You remember him.
I burnt his face till he cried, and then he died soon.
I'm working on his face, all melted and chocolatey.
He looked tasty and weak, like a small stick of broccoli.
So I bit into his face and he wailed and cried.
He hefted me off of him and said ”I'm still alive!”
He then ran away a said ”you can't get me!”
I then looked confused, and I asked why?