Well, Seymour, I made it! Despite your directions. Ah, Grandmaster Mekka. Welcome. I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon. Yeah. Oh, you Yevan! My roast is ruined! But what if I were to kidnap and kill that handsome young boy in harvest his meat? Oh, oh, oh! Delightfully devilish Seymour! What the? Grandmaster Mekka, I was just, uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. I symmetric exercise. Get to join me. Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour? Uh, uh, oh, that isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steam flammable having. Hmm, steamed flamm. Whew! Grandmaster, I hope you're ready for mouth-watering van burgers. I thought we were having steamed flamm. Oh, no, I-I said steamed van. That's what I call van burgers. You call van burgers steamed fan? Yes, it's a regional dialect. Hmm, what region? Upstate beveled. Really? Well, I'm from Bevel and I've never heard anyone use to phrase steam van. Oh, oh, not in Bevel. No, it's an evil-y's expression. I see. You know, these van burgers are quite similar to the ones they have an evil-y's. Oh, no, panted quadruplegers, all family recipe. For a steamed van. Yes. Yes, and you call them steamed van, despite the fact they are obviously grilled. You know, the one thing I should- Excuse me for one second. Of course. Eh, oh well. That was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped. Yes, I should be- Oh, good Lord, what is happening in there? The eternal calm? The eternal calm! At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of Spiror, localize it entirely within your kitchen? Yes. There, I see it. No. No, mother, it's just the permanent death of sin. Well, see more. You are not, fellow. But I must say, you steve a good van. Ah!