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Boy: Eww! The cafeteria lady wears the same rubber gloves you wear to clean up biohazards! Frazz: Not for the same reason. Boy: I'm still eating nothing but leftover marshmallow peeps for lunch. Frazz: Better check my own stock of gloves...
I once saw some friends performing an intentionally silly ritual to Loki, which entailed taking Peeps and impaling them on sparklers, dipping them in alcohol and lighting them from a tiki torch. Two observations:
1) When lit from inside peeps are translucent.
2) While burning, falling drops sizzle and zing the same way many plastics do.