You don't say. Enjoy the diarrhea his runny eggs and bacon give you, my darling.
He wouldn't dare. He doesn't like my colorful commentary on what he makes. And what makes you think this is really the tip of that particular iceberg of....skill.
Are you so sure this isn't his plan? He might not be The plan guy, but he's got a few things stirring.
Are you implying you'd take him into your mouth without knowing what comes next?
Not necessarily with this one.
What if I play the martyr here? Will that be enough for your appetite?
You say that....where are you?
I'll be there shortly.