I was experiencing a strange feeling that I had completely forgotten about. I believe you normals refer to it as "Pride".
It is my new master.
You should all consider yourselves lucky it did not tell me to kill you all, because I'd slice all of your necks without pause just to be in it's presence again.
My point is that this particular item took me by the balls and ended my day of healthy eating in one swift stroke.
I was left defenseless, rudderless, adrift in a sea of greasy deliciousness.
Later in the evening, I would eat several pieces of fried zucchini and finish my night with a strawberry shake.
Now if you'll excuse me, this is one hydrogen (and meat and cheese)-filled zeppelin that has hit the power lines. I'm going to crash now.
Oh, the humanity!