I am so fat, I make Samwell Tarly look sexy.

Sean, I nearly choked on my Flame grilled chicken, glazed with a light butter rosemary sauce, steamed asparagus, potato flambeaux, and lukewarm summer ale, due to the guffawing storm that took me into its bosoms, after reading this article.

Fuck them, too.

Checkmate, Motherfuckers.

Well most of the plot and characters come from the depths of my mind-

Mmmmmmm…..

Why would you do that?

Where is food?

If I wrote your world, Walt Jr would have been the main character, due to his love of breakfast.

THEY DO NOW!

The Guy Fieri article is before this one.

Fuck 'em.

I ain't afraid of no ghosts, Mr White.

It is good to be the king.

I have about a dozen of them written.

Stay outta my territory.

I thought that I created the most horrible monster ever imagined with the introduction of the white walkers, but you and your username sir……you take the honey crusted, almond cake.

*silently salivates uncontrollably*

He took the recently packaged blood sausages, and grasp them between his tightened fist, the juices, freshly infused with a butter garlic, spilling from the crimped ends upon the floor. This was to be his hour. This was to be his feast, and he would commence it the way he saw fit. With his free hand, he slathered the…

The cakes were of a coarse texture much like a dampened sawdust, they had a blandish yellow color, due to their simplistic ingredients, and weighed about the half weight of a Copper Penny. Usually baked upon an improvised griddle, usually an upturned shield over a small cooking fire, they are the common breakfast…