Each of the kids has a favorite meal that they regularly ask for, but none of the others do so with the frequency, and tenacity of Boris.
HEY DAD, WHAT’S FOR DINNER?
Not sure, buddy. Today is market day…I’ll see what looks good.
CAN WE HAVE "MY MEAL"?
Uh…didn’t we just have your meal?
NO, IT’S BEEN AWHILE SINCE WE’VE HAD MY MEAL. YOU MUST BE THINKING ABOUT ARTHAS……WE JUST HAD HIS MEAL.
REALLY DAD, ITS BEEN LIKE FOREVER SINCE WE’VE HAD MY MEAL.
Forever? Don’t you think you’re exaggerating just a bit, buddy?
ARTHAS, GRID, PEYTON, AND MUPPET ALWAYS GET THEIR MEALS. WHEN IS IT GOING TO BE MY TURN?
YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN ME, DON’T YOU?
Don’t be silly…….hey, are you tracking all these meals on a calendar or something?
DUH….OF COURSE I DO. IT’S THE ONLY WAY I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I DON’T GET SHAFTED BY YOUR WHOLE MEAL SELECTION PROCESS. I HAVE TO SAY THAT YOUR CURRENT METHOD SEEMS SERIOUSLY INDIFFERENT TO MY NEEDS!
You're kidding right?
Don't tell me….you suspect that a vast right-wing conspiracy is at work, plotting to continually deny you your favorite meal.
HEY, I'M JUST CALLING IT LIKE I SEE IT.
You, my young Padawan, are a nut-bag!
And so it was that we came to have Boris’ meal the other night. The rarely made, most often ignored, and practically forgotten, Pork Cutlet Milanese.