Don't get me started on that fucking strawberry rhubarb pie. You'd be so pissed at the very look of that disgusting junk and take it and slam it into a few dozen poles if it doesn't just fall off the plate by itself into your lap the moment it's delivered. And then it sticks to your lap, ruining your new clothes. And after that? Well, lets just say there's an angry naked motherfucker on the loose.

Don't even get me started on the Mooch, that bugger's gonna drive me insane...