This was a dream I had the other night. The martians loved eating my fluffy pancake head.

I sense a disturbance in the breakfast.

You spent so much time making a fancy spatula that all your pancakes burned. Nice work.

Now you can make pretty much anything!

Roommates, amirite? They're the worst!

Now THIS is a drunk kitchen!

I've always said that brunch is the drinkiest of meals.