If my final judgement involved being cooked into my favorite food, this is where I would end up.
Poor kid, no one feeds him.
Your music reminds me of Gitmo.
All that sweating he did onstage - pure MSG.
What mischief is that curly-faced scamp up to this week?
Animals are food, not friends. Even April O'Neil knew that someday her friends were destined for the soup pot.
I hope those noodles are al dente or Chewy won't be chewy enough.