Bacon, sausages, pancakes, waffles, eggs, so many eggs. I'm so excited I feel like I was born for this moment.

[ Really. The goo is good and all and can be made into a lot of things, but good breakfasts are a godsend. If Hunk ever hears about the oreos he'll be torn between disappointment and a mission to save his friends from their own life choices. How have they survived so long?

All this talk of food is enough to have Hunk's stomach rumbling again.]

I feel like I missed the memo. If the locals don't want us here then why keep us?