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.
Is the crust stuffed with hallucinogenic mushrooms? Because that's the only way to really send this pie over the top.
I'd build a rice palace to memorialize my love. But then of course I'd have to eat it.
Can't you hear the potatoes screaming while they fry?
You have to clean your plate before you can cross the bridge.
Very clever, but you need to finish your dinner before I'll give you dessert.