I was aiming at the guy behind you who turned out to be your reflection in the refrigerator.
Because I said CHICKEN KIEV and you didn’t listen… YOU NEVER LISTEN… and now you’ve ruined your ENTIRE BIRTHDAY!
I blame society and also my violent temper.
When I threw the food at you, wasn’t I really just throwing it at myself?
I think it all goes back to that time I was talking with my mother and she told me I should throw a plate of Chicken Cordon Bleu at you.
I wasn’t throwing the plate of food at you; I was throwing it WITH you…
A true sportsman would’ve caught it and side-armed it back to me.
If you insist on being made of matter and having spatial permanence, you get what you deserve.
It’s performance art and by complaining about it you either ruined it or made it totally great!
I thought you were Ving Rhames…