Oh crap, is this going to end with a word from Andy Rooney?
Oh, Billy D.
Hey, hey, cameraman, keep it clean.
New directions in.
I hate the 70s.
Oh yeah, okay, now I like them again.
Pardon?
Kathy?
Kathy?
Oh man, this is the third narrator this week.
Have you accepted milk as your personal savior?
Did the National Dairy Council send a goon?
How come you want to get hurt?
No, maybe you're missing some of the fruit you'd like.
Or maybe nothing's good enough for the almighty Kathy.
What about some bacon and eggs?
What about I call the cops?
How'd you get in my room?
What's that smell? Is that you?
How does a disembodied voice have a smell?
What about some, some what?
I don't think she can hear pancakes.
No, huh?
Oh, that toothpaste is plenty nutritious.
I bet you're getting tired of the usual breakfast fare.
You want something different.
There's a new breakfast on the street that will blow your mind.
Yeah, eat a big plate of beans before school.
How about moldy tacos?
Or some pizza with meat like chunks.
None of those appeal here, huh?
What if you could have anything you want?
Total breakfast omnipotence.
Kathy, now you know better, young lady.
Cake, ice cream for breakfast, that is not how you were raised.
Whoa, whoa, man, I hate being rushed through a buffet.
You're making me sick.
Those clothes are making me sick.
Maybe you have some family.
If that's her family in that poster.
You have a mother who...
Kathy, you know how much time it takes me to make breakfast.
I have no time for acting lessons.
I'm getting so suggested that you will have the right food.
My mother's not home right now.
She's gone to work already.
Yeah, she dances the early shift.
We're saving up for my electrolysis.
Some other problem.
Your brothers and sisters, they fight at the table.
They fart at the table?
It makes you upset.
I don't have any brothers or sisters.
Is she in the wrong house?
Maybe she lives in a secret room like Bad Ronald.
Could it be that you just don't have food?
Your dad is gone and your mother works to make ends meet.
And can't clean the camera lens.
And ketchup.
That's a meal right there.
If you went to school in the 80s.
Oh my God, there's a hand in there.
Oh, wait.
Criminy, I want to live there.
This place is stuck.
It's not a matter of money.
No, I'm loaded.
Just look at this awesome hat.
Hey, she's gotta go.
She's late for a junkyard band audition.
Why are they even asking us?
I thought they were going to explain it.
Hmm, nope.
Then it would be called why Kathy doesn't eat breakfast, period.
Oh, so she doesn't want to eat because of her period?
Shut up.
Everybody shut up.
We're done.
You