There is a Mosiquito Eater flying around my house. I am less intrigued on how he (or she) got in here (all the windows are screened) and more curious about the fact that he (or she) is defined by what they eat. What if, instead of calling me Bob, I was known simply as "Tomato Eater"?
It would probably be a good way to keep me on a diet. "Tomato Eater" sounds somewhat acceptable... but "Whopper Eater", "Hot Fudge Sundae Eater" or "Chicken Fried Steak Eater", would each likely land me in therapy.
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