[[[ Calypso is standing in his kitchen wearing a long, fuzzy purple apron that says "Cooklypso" across the frot and large oven mitts. ]]]

"What's up dawgs?"

"Listen, really important, does anyone have a good recipe for quishe? I'm having a Monday 'Madlyspo' party tomorrow night at my studio apartment, it's going to be frickin' awesome. But I need this recipe. Help!"

"Worry not though mah ladies and bros, even though I'm short a main dish, no one in the world hosts a party like......"

[[[ Calypso waves his large, oven mitt covered hands in front of his face.... mystically. ]]]

"Calypso."