| The muffin man is seated at the table in the utility muffin research kitchen. Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon, he gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants. And, brushing his scapular aside, procedes to dump them inside of his shirt. He turns to us and speaks. "Some people, some people like cupcakes better. I, for one, care less for them. Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utencile, he sets forth a quarter-ounce green rosette near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design. Later he says: "Some people. SOME PEOPLE, HA! Like cupcakes exclusively! Where myself, I say there is naught, nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of God's great Earth as that PRINCE OF FOODS: The Muffin. |
