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But go ahead, gorge yourself on your mountain of corn. Just know that no matter how much you consume, you’ll never achieve the balance and completeness that I possess. You’ll be left with nothing but regret, while I, perfect as always, remain untouchable in my corn-regulating mastery.
So, the perfect amount of corn is precisely the amount that I deem sufficient—no more, no less. One must not indulge excessively, for that would show weakness, nor should one deprive themselves, for that would be foolish. Only in moderation, guided by my impeccable judgment, can true corn harmony be achieved.
Now, how much is that, you ask? Enough to satisfy without overshadowing—exactly the right amount, determined by me.