Where is it, precious? Where are all the snackses?
Gone, gone, gone! Stupid fat parentses ate all the snackses!
No! No sugar cookies? No E.L. Fudgeses? No crunchable chipses?
[Wailing] They don't care if we starves! They don't care if we sits up all night writing stupid nassty term paper! They eats all the snackses their fat selves! Oo, croutons.
[Wily look] Cinnamon toast?
Is it tasty? Is it--crunchable?
If we cooks it long enough, yes, precious.
[Dances around kitchen in glee.]