I had popped in some leftovers into the microwave for breakfast, and when I sat down to eat, my wife asked me what that was.
"Leftovers for breakfast," I replied, sitting down on the couch.
"I know that, what is it?"
"Stroganoff.... With chocolate on top."
"Really?"
I took a bite. "No."
"I was going to say that it sounded nasty, but you never know."
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