Are they rabbit ears, or the kind that grow in Iowa?
Are those ears burning?
If ears of corn are burning in Iowa, would that result in a flood of popcorn?
Don’t you need a liquid for a flood?
Have you never experienced the primordial chaos incipient in an overcrowded kitchen terrorized by a single manic JiffyPop?
No, have you?
How could I ever forget that evening in mid-November when my formerly faithful Pepperpopper perplexingly opted to optimize the pops of the Kettle Corn by superpressurizing the purposeful pan into a seething, savage stream of salty snack food, inundating the domicile with dry, crunchy kernels of white waves of unbuttered flotsam and jetsam, sweeping away the furniture and pets, smashing through the supporting walls, uprooting the septic system and crushing the neighbor’s Porsche in a mad flurry of fiber-gone-wild?
I don’t know, but have you?
Have I what?
Having read the results of using the dramatic Pepperpopper, may I suggest you refrain from using the Pressure Pepper Pot?
Wasn’t Val Kilmer in that one?
Didn’t he play the gauge?
Who’s engaged?
Who’s on first?
Isn’t Cecil first?
Aren’t we relying on you and those drones to advise us on the tough questions?
Do you have a high enough level clearance for me to answer that?
Can’t you determine this from the drone information?
Isn’t Cecil capable of leaping over buildings in a single bound?
Waitaminute…Cecil’s the one who ordered the drones to go on strike?