Some people tell me I'm mad, but they will never change my view, nor disprove it: Mini-marshmallows are omniscient. All of the information in the universe in trapped up in their jet puffed gooey centers, but the poor devils have no way to speak to us to tell us the secrets of the universe. If we could communicate to them, we could unlock the truth of all there is to know. But alas, they cannot, so we will never know where the socks from the dryer go. *Sigh*