A snake, a snake Snake, a snake Oh, it's a snake Mushroom, mushroom. Who's missing?

Wait, the jury had friendship scarring it? And was that a bribe from the defense team to the jury for seven million dollars to get an acquittal? The judge can't have these proceedings! He needs to declare me!

A silent mimic, reflecting truths and lies alike, framed observer of vanity and self-discovery, fixed to walls yet never moves.

Stuck between teeth and chatter, it stretches like a pink accordion, losing flavor with every chew, a tiny elastic marathon.

An acquaintance of mine has an unusual habit. Every time she receives a bill in the mail, she lights it on fire and then tosses it into the fireplace. Can you guess her name?