Blarg, piffle.

Man, I want pancakes. Real bad.

In further news, I believe that my toaster is a Decepticon. It's obviously the only rational explanation for it never cooking my toast to my specifications. No matter what I set it at, my toast always ends up somewhere between normal bread and slightly drier than normal bread. It never resembles anything like toast, therefore, the toaster must be an evil robot bent of world domination. 

And Congratulations Cheryl! You had your baby! Welcome to motherhood, just remember, if it comes to it, you can always eat your kid. No need to wait for emergency situations like getting stuck in the Himalayas or out at sea, I'm sure baby is just as good when you're hungry for something that's the right cross between pork and delicious and you have nothing else at home. Remember, gas is expensive.