Mmmmmmm Chilaquiles

Plotnik the Ascetic forced himself into the Kaiser parking lot and forced himself into the elevator and forced himself into the check-in line and forced himself to sit and wait for his name to be called, and then he had his yearly physical and said FINE to everything Dr. I Dunno Wadda YOU Think? asked him, and then they did all the blood tests, and by time that was all done he figured the worst would be over for today so he complimented the lady who runs the blood laboratory, told her their system was working better than ever and that all the techs were pleasant and professional, and she seemed so surprised that he would say something nice that she shook his hand over and again saying thank you, thank you sir! as she pumped his hand up and down.

They must not get complimented very often.

NOW Duck and Plot can eat something that doesn't swim in the sea or lay eggs. Bread? Bring over a loaf o' that sourdough, Missie, and is that butter? If it is, just bring the churn and set it on the table. Plotnik is taking the night off.