Seal casserole.
What, again?!
That's it - I've had it! There aren't any decent guys to date and all we eat is seal! When I'm 18, I'm moving to Bergen!
Cue “Hungarian Goulash”. Just because. Okay, so, while everyone’s puzzling over that and slowly working their way through the lyrics from memory, ‘Civ goes out of the room again to check on the progress of his Boxee.