WE'LL LET THIS MARINATE FOR A LITTLE BIT. TWO, THREE HOURS. IS THIS GOING ON A ROTISSERIE? WHAT THEY ARE ABLE TO IMAGINE BECOMES MORE REAL TO THEM. ONCE WE GET 'EM ALL MARINATED, THEY WE COME OVER, AND WE STACK 'EM UP LIKE-- WE'RE GONNA MAKE A BEAUTIFUL BALL OF MEAT, MY FRIEND. THAT'S IT. GO GO. IT'S OKAY. WE MAY BE BECOMING BULENT-TIME TALENTS ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS. I'LL GET TO BE ABLE TO GET MY SWEET POD OF THAN A COOL KIDS OF MY LITTLE JAM MADE AWAY.
-- I don't know why my friends were so upset when I told them about it.
[THEN WE GET OUR MILK. ABOUT HALFWAY, IT'S NOT REALLY HALFWAY. DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU'RE LOOKING AT IT. RIGHT, IT'S ALL PERSPECTIVE. HALF OF BRAVERY IS PERSPECTIVE. I MAJORED IN HISTORY. THEY DIDN'T TEACH ME CULINARY COOKING STUFF.]
[YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE. THOSE ARE TEARS FROM THE FLAVOR ANGEL. PUT THAT ON THE FLATTOP FOR A LITTLE BIT. EMPIRE HAS GROWN TOO FAR TOWARD THE OUTSIDE. YOU DON'T USE A REGULAR EVERYDAY TORTILLA. WHAT YOU USE IS A REAL THIN PITA.]