Kitchen treachery!

Dammit, Lorna! I know there was a new box of Powerbars in the pantry last night, and now they're not there.

You hid them, didn't you? Part of your evil plan to convince me of this primitive superstition about a "complete breakfast". I'd hunt you down, but such a plan has been cleverly diverted by divesting me of my food source.

Were it not for Karolina's fruit pancakes here, I'd probably be dying of starvation and it would be all your fault. I hope you're happy.