Admit it, you just want to see the fear in the eyes of your food as you devour it.

I'm glad Oscar isn't made of actual garbage.

Farting in the gravy will give anyone the giggles.

I will just lick your googly eyes.

Your mustachio, sir, it brings all the girls to the yard.

I'm so relaxed, it's like my insides are solidifying and I can't think straight anymore.

From now on I'm gonna shake the box really hard before I open it or I'll never eat again.