beowabbit: It got a little burnt. docorion: Dude, that’s not a little burnt. beowabbit: I like my food crispy. docorion: You like your chili crispy? beowabbit: Yes! docorion: [pause] There is no help for you. beowabbit: Chili, bacon... docorion: I know a fair bit about psychopharmacology, and there are no medications that will work for this problem.
(Now back to scraping the chili from the bottom of the pot into a tupperware for Monday’s lunch.)