I was pretty sure it was not a Hoover. Nor a box of chocolates. But if you say it's not a knife, I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.
(doggie suddenly stops and stares into the ether as he invisions not-a-fight between two people with not-a-knives where not-a-struggle ensues leading to not-a-drop-of-blood being spilled)
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