with respect to jar0d, the master

[gruggach]

There were these Scandanavian vultures named Sven and Vard, who were brothers. They were accompanied by their two boys on a long flight and were hungry for a bite. They spotted a dead wildebeast and circled in for a feast. The young vultures hungrily dug in to the carcass, as did Vard. Sven, on the other hand, produced a bottle of hot sauce, a dill pickle and tucked a napkin into his ruff. "What's up with that, uncle?" asked Sven's nephew.

Sven replied "Carrion my way, Vardson."