Mr. Crispy vs. The Happy Math Wizard by J.D. Nelson / July 2005 Are y'all real Klingons? Protect your neck from Gregory Peck! Measured mousehole, blowhole, a crumb or a speck named Pete -- sashimi, Baphomet, kernel ok -- I'm longing for division and a taste of her saucy tamale. Have manners gone right out the window with the bath otter? Bad breath and sour feet -- I'm walking to the convenience store in my bath robe. It has thousands of stars all over it, like the inside of my fading brain. I'll melt you down like a two-cent blue dinosaur with no shirt on. The coffee girl brings more sweet cream biscuit cheeks. The phone is ringing again. I know it's not for me.