'lo, SDMB.
*'lo, Rilch.
What you do?*
I make pie.
Strawberry pie.
*Mmm…Strawberry pie.
Where strawberry pie?*
Pie in fridge.
Mmmmmm.
Pie is goooood.
:::SDMB sneezes, sends Rilch tumbling across board:::
Oh no! I fall in pie!
…pie is good!
PIE!!!
r squared?
Maybe, but Rilchiam’s certainly not square! Rilchiam’s cool. 
Welcome back, and have a brownie on me. [Passes around a plate of brownies.]
CJ
Pie aren’t square. Pie round!
[Homer]Can’t go to hospital. Eating pie. [/h]
ARRRGHH!! Drat it, now I’ve got an eeevil craving for Dad’s strawberry rhubarb pie. reaches for the phone and phone card to wheedle the recipie from her dad Is rhubarb in season yet? Any brownies left? Brownies are good too. 
Welcome back Rilchiam. 
takes a brownie from Siege takes bite takes plate of brownies and runs away
Bad banana! No ice cream for you! 
flamingbananas…ice cream…
Banana Split Jubilee!
FB
But I didn’t take any brownies! notices chocolate on face, and quickly whipes it off
smells the brownie fumes wafting from the direction of flamingbananas as they speak Uh, suuure…
-Snoopy
sucks on mint see! I have minty breath!
looks from the trail of brownie crumbs at flamingbananas feet, noticing that the trail climbs up their legs, onto their shirt, and upon the tip of their chin
Riiight, cough up the remainder, and share!
goes and gets a serving of mint chocolate ice cream, which she inexplicably has a hankering for now
takes out melted, gooy mess from pocket Uhhhhhhh… Sure you still want it? The last thing that was in my pocket was a frog with a colon problem. Heh Heh… blushes and runs off