Hope you like your flapjacks with a little bit of melted plastic!
Don't worry, he's a doctor. With an iron.
By breakfast I mean a 2:30am light meal. And by champions I mean someone who has been up for 44 straight hours and it currently on a controlled substance.
I'd rather go into a state of emergency than a state of minor hunger.
Burning cardboard? Pieces of fence? Cinder blocks?
We could take a lesson from you, good sir.
If Sam had his way, the trip to Mordor would have been very different. ~Not-So-Handy Andy