} Ah supplicant, your question is of many parts. First we must ask what
} sort of marshmallows are we dealing with here? A mongoose might easily
} be overmatched if it purchased the extra-large campfire type, but might
} have more luck with the hot cocoa variety.
} Further, suppose our mongoose was tempted to eat one? Could he then
} stop and continue with the mashing? Have YOU ever eaten just ONE
} marshmallow?! Neither has the Oracle...and I am omnipotent!
} Now, what sort of mashing are we envisioning? Is the mongoose bouncing
} up and down like a jackhammer on a bag of Stay-Puft, or is he taking
} one at a time, placing it between his paws and slowly squashing the
} offensive white goo, enjoying its texture and consistency?
} The question here, then, is not just of how many marshmallows, but of
} the motivation behind the act. Do mongeese (mongooses?) pray to the
} God of Campfires who demands a sacrifice, but has grown tired of
} children in uniform singing stupid songs? Or perhaps this particular
} mongoose has suffered greatly in a recent battle with something less
} dangerous, an African Cobra perhaps, and seeks to affirm his savegry by
} attacking what we all know is its archenemy in the wilderness.
} A detailed analysis is, therefore, required to answer this question,
} but fortunately, you have contacted the Oracle who is faster than the
} fastest computer (I can do 1,000,000,000,001 calculations per
} second...eat THAT Intel!).
} So, clearly, the answer to your ponderous, but intriguing question is
} 3165.02 marshmallows after which the mongoose will die from intestinal
} blockage caused by only mashing one out of every 16 marshmallows and
} eating the rest.
} Oh, and don't call me "Chuckie"...that life is gone for me now.
} You owe the Oracle a campfire, a bag of dried fruit and a nametag.