[ WP ] Mom always said her chili con carne recipe was a secret . She was quite angry when it was published with the leaked NSA documents .

`` Super is ready.'' 
 
 Supping again. Would you believe the tiddles of the bitch? Always stuffing silly chili down my throat. It's gooping out of the meshy bit by the corner of my lips. Supping again. Somewhere someone just like me is ignoring mother and saying *No, dear sweetie, I will not sup! * 
 
 *Yes, that is right. You're going to have to do something spooky about it -- something shady and black and crawling out of the most dreary crag. And what will you do? And who will it involve? I'm forgetting things thrice forgotten, oh no, forgive my muck, we're still working, still functioning, do n't worry I'll remember what I was thinking soon…* 
 
 And what was that you were thinking, again? 
 
... 
 
 *Ah! I seemed to have remembered the thrice forgotten plan. It starts with stuffing mother into the chili -- curse that rotten chili -- and making her bathe in its thrice minced meat! * 
 
 Surely not. She is mother, *after all. * 
 
 *A mother with a spoon, no less! A mother with a devilish spoon that keeps slipping its metallic tendrils into your mouth despite your most sincere protests! * 
 
 It's true. It is true. 
 
 *A mother who is stealing secrets from your lips and replacing them with mucky chili. What mother would do such? Whose mother had done such? Ah, forgive me twice, I've forgotten my thrice forgotten speech. Drats! Drats! Let me bang my head and it will come popping right back in… 
 …Ah! Here it is: She is telling your secrets. Currently she is telling your most sincere secrets! * 
 
 But to whom? 
 
 *To whom? Silly, silly, silly! Listen to the grimes slipping out of your mouth! To everyone, of course. To everyone and every agency. BUT, but, it is all O.K.; We're in with the NSA. We've got agent Mackelroy on the line. He'll be here in a dial, exposing her nasty habits. * 
 
 Oh, joy! No supping tonight? 
 
 *Nay, nay. It is such a drag to have to keep supping. *
