I would wake up, eat you all for breakfast while listening to "Another One Bites the Dust," spit you out, serve the bones to my dogs, and still be in time to leave for my class at 9 am.
And with that beautiful imagery in mind, I should make note that STM would probably the least meaty, least tastiest, and thus the first to get away, and the first to be able to post about his experience... IN MY BELLY!
Moral of the story? NEVER cross a game show fan... ;D
Miami: Where the water's warm, the drinks are cold, I don't know the names of the players, AND, I won't get sick from being too cold...