The good stuff?

What do you mean by that, Jonathan?

Well, I’m talking about luxuries.

See, you probably have some pancake syrup hidden away in the cupboard, or a couple candy bars in a drawer somewhere, right?

I do too.

I have some fancy mustard, that’s honey flavored. Great stuff.

And some absinthe that, I swear, makes me talk like God himself.

Or, at least, the god I fear existed as a child.

“Don’t touch your weiner, young Jonathan. If you do, then I shall smite thee in a half. Two bloody chunks, severed neatly in twine.”