Of course they can.....they are wom-bats, aren't they? It doesn't necessarily stand for "waste of money, brains and time" although that could be apt for some. The wom-bat glided around gracefully among the rafters, watching the festivities beneath. Suddenly it felt a slight shaking and rumbling in its middle, and the first of its 100 daily cube-shaped poops went crashing down to the floor below. Luckily none of the revellers was directly underneath, but oh - the consternation! That wom-bat had been eating a bit too much green jello.....
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