sing to me, O muse, how you grew strong because of your tortang talong..
of the sursurrations running along your isle of langerhans,
of the saccharine scarabs gnawing at your hypothalamus.
render unto me, the croutons, that which belong to caesar's salad.
welcome me to the batcave in your head right now, right now. (right now. right now. :-P)