I promptly whack you then with a slab of steak, then drench your hair in arby's sauce, slather your face in ranch and trip you with a spaghetti noodle.
With my face still in oatmeal, I swing my leg around, snaggin yours and flip you into a bowl of wusabi, pull my face out of the oatmeal and splatter your back with potatoe salad
I crawl over to the fridge and grab a handful of leftover baked beans and smear them across your face, paying close attention to getting you a nostril full!