And for you, sir? I will take the Dino Dippers with a side of jello and a chocolate milk. Actually, I think you might be looking at the kid’s menu. Oh. That’s for our patrons who are 12 and under. But I really want the Dino Dippers. I mean, I know I look like an adult, but I’m really a child at heart. I’m sorry pal, I don’t make the rules. I don’t even know how to tie my shoes. I sleep with a nightlight on, and it don’t go anywhere without my Wuzzy. If you were to hold your hands in front of your face, like you were playing peekaboo, part of me would believe you actually disappeared. I swallow several small Legos a week. I get so tired and bored every time I go to the grocery store, somebody has to pick me up, put me in the cart and push me around. I have other tables. I wet my bed. I think Play-Doh is food. I wanna be a cowboy when I grow up. I celebrate my half birthdays. I think SpongeBob is a real man. If I don’t get my Dino Dippers, I’m gonna lose it. I want my Dino Dippy. I want my Dino Dippy. I want my Dino Dippy. Okay, okay, one order of Dino Dippers with a chocolate milk to drink. And we actually are out of jello, is mac and cheese okay? Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, my man.