"I'll put it this way." Ophidian said as he took another swig of his Roy Rogers. "I put bread on the table. I guess you could call me a baker. I make dough and I fry people's buns."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"YEAAAAAAH!"</span></span><br/><br/>"Hmm. Is that "Don't Get Fooled Again"?" Ophidian wondered, looking over at the karaoke machine.