Having no idea where the sandwich is right now, I pull out my trusty compass that someone gave to me a hundred pages ago i literally can't remember anymore anyway, I use to find the sandwich and I take it but leave a slice of really good cake Wayne style.
What do you think of my brutally training, genetically modified, purebred, vicious, warhound?
*spluttering* WHAT no! NO! WHy would you EVEr thik that!!