"Appreciate your non mutant pancakes. I can't make this stop yet," he admitted, pointing to the box. Inside, just as he had said, two mutant pancakes were locked in battle with each other. One was a blueberry pancake and the other chocolate. Both had sausage links for eyebrows that were furrowed over strawberry eyes. Pats of butter were the sloppy tongues that were salivating behind bacon bit teeth at the prospect of devouring their opponent. Syrup drool was accented by the whipped cream foam that was strangely akin to rabies at the corner of their mouths as they finally attacked each other again.

The results of a running gag between two friends before going to a museum that will never die out.