docorion: Dude, that’s not a little burnt.
beowabbit: I like my food crispy.
docorion: You like your chili crispy?
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.)