Then she tasted Gengrich's hair. Vanilla

Then she tasted Gengrich's hair. Vanilla Icing. His head really was a giant Cupcake.

In fact, all of the candidates were dessert treats -- except maybe Romney, and that explained all the antipathy towards him. In the bunker below the Food Channel offices, Alton

was trying to cleverly sabotage the Chopped baskets by slipping in mustard greens, wasabi and paint chips for dessert. Alton would spare nothing to see Chopped go down. He wanted

the gold for himself! His pregnant wife's would need it to survive the winter, and he'd sworn to himself not to let another batch go bad.

Now his wife & unborn child depended upon the very alchemy she'd derided. All those years in musty libraries & combing through ruins meant everything. Only the Philosopher's Stone

hope for another chunk of cheese. Man, this whole saving-Tom's-life thing made Jerry pretty hungry. Suddenly there were sounds of stirring from the corner in which he lay

dreaming of cheese. Jerry looked over to see Bernadette the sexy mouse from the neighbours house. She waved at Jerry and blew him a kiss. He got the message loud and clear. Jerry

understood that what she really meant was "Don't touch my cheese, a**hole, if you know what's good for you." Bernadette was a sexy mouse, but Jerry knew she felt bitter towards him

because he didn't have that terrible lisp where he pronounced the letter S as an asterisk. She couldn't even say a*teri*k. She shouldn't have tried to spite Jerry by dating Tom.