"I'm hungry," she said.
"Isn't there anything in the refrigerator to eat?"
"Yes, but I want a hot lunch," Darlene said.
"Well, can't you nuke something?"
I want something cooked fresh, not warmed over."
"But, why me?"
"Because you're just so delicious looking," Darlene said as she added more wood to the cauldron in which her thoroughly bound husband George was standing.