but the scent is familiar!
DINNER! YOU CAME BACK! I MEAN, BOB, YOU CAME BACK!
Ooo, this is good. Tastes like... uh... oh yeah, monkey stew.
Oh wait, this can't be good.
Go on, Marge, take that meatloaf and shove it down his ungrateful little throat.
"So mom left me here for the weekend?"
"She's not coming back, is she?"