Moving along… Dear God, they'll be killed on our doorstep! And there's no trash pickup until January 3rd. Then we'll go with that data file! It doesn't look so shiny to me. One hundred dollars. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.
A clever fellow named Blake Grigsby built a mistletoe contraption in order to get kisses from total strangers. And it really works!