The Royal Digestive
Britain’s Favourite
Greetings sentients of the fleshy variety. It is I, a biscuit. You may ask yourself how a biscuit managed to develop sentience without a brain, who is also capable of typing on a keyboard despite an obvious lack of digits, hands, or limbs for that matter. These are not questions you should be asking, but to sate your appetite for knowledge, it's just a little biscuit magic. But that is not the point. I am here to introduce myself to you. I am the Royal Digestive.
It is at this point I have come to realise the mistake I have made by pretending to be a biscuit on a social platform.
It is at this point I have come to realise the mistake I have made by pretending to be a biscuit on a social platform.
