What do you mean the kitchen is closed? That’s for like non-awesome peeps, right? I mean, I’m not asking for a lot. Just go back there and grab me a hunk of Manchego. You don’t even have to put it on a plate. Wrap that shit in a paper towel and I’m good dude. Oh really? That’s how it’s gonna be. You know I’m kinda almost honorary Fort Worth P.D. No, really, I’m like Citizens on Goat Patrol. That’s gotta be worth some focaccia at least.