But we’d all run screaming for the safety of indoors if they did, wouldn’t we? Mom! The double-Karo’d outdoor pancakes have attained sentience, and are shoving themselve down people's throats! Make them stop!

This isn’t a cowboy. No cowboy ever gets this happy about beans. Least of all beans that Cooky the Chef calls “beanee weenees.” Cooky keeps that crap up, there’s going to be a little knuckle-chat when he goes to the stream to wash the pans. If you know what I mean.