My lunch is such a dolt sometimes.

Quantity over quality. Comedy over logic.

Farting in the gravy will give anyone the giggles.

Make me a cake of fish and rice and I'm as happy as a bear with a cake of fish and rice! Wait, am I really a bear?

So fresh, and such a precise cut!

I'd build a rice palace to memorialize my love. But then of course I'd have to eat it.

Shut your terrifying blue mouth and stop trying to roofie me.