Ah, Mr. Graves. It appears as though you may need a little chap stick for that ever present asschapping that seems to be taking place.

As much as I'd love to quarrel with you more, I can't bring myself to waste anymore of my magically delicious puns on someone so delicate as yourself.

Best of luck with your Honey Bunches of Old, and by that I mean your "Honeycomb".

Ah, I wasted another pun.

Oh well.

*Cadryn finally makes his way towards the self check out, completing his lovely and productive trip to Walmart.*