It is not wise or prudent to sail the seas of olive oil on a makeshift raft of sausages; the sharks below sense the oily meat in the water. There will be a few minutes of relaxation while they are distracted by floating garlic. The disintegrating pats of butter that slowly descend into the blackness of the ocean floor will help as well. But once they understand the ruse and comprehend the con they will converge on the doomed craft like 23 mustached men racing to finish that rare Bulgarian Beer. The only difference between both beasts is that the stout swilling swine will belch loudly and the menacing finned monsters will do so quietly.
If you run fast enough you may skip upon floating pancakes like a lizard on a lilypad. Over and over, in a circle even, will you run out in the middle of a vast body of maple syrup. In the middle of the circle of the twenty-three thousand flapjacks is a very large mine made of metal. When it explodes one must be standing on the right pancake at the right time. The tell tale sign on this disk made of flour,egg and milk is a pentagram formed by 23 chocolate chips. From blueberry to golden brown.
To E is crucial, to EVB is divine.
