Man, does anybody like that kinda ass flossing? Wait — probably better not to answer that.

[they're both completely gross, it's ... fine ...]

[Dave leans forward, flinging that train of thought to the wayside, then, hands gripping the edges of the pool, smirking down at his comfortable new footstool.]

But your terrible jokes aside, yeah. I'd ask the thing for a full breakfast-for-dinner deal if the last time it made bacon didn't end up a complete disaster.

Don't try askin' it for bacon cheeseburgers, by the way.