text: Harlow's, you bad girl, you. I can taste your huevos rancheros from here... Your fluffy eggs, your sassy salsa, your crispy potatoes. All so scrumptious. Oh, what a temptress you are. A deliciously evil temptress. Leave me alone - I'm working. Well, working/yelping. Ok, just yelping. Whatever. I'm at work. No, I can't leave. Not now. I've got a meeting in ten minutes. No, I can't reschedule. Ok, I can. But I shouldn't. I really shouldn't... Aw, screw it - I'm on my way.