“Whats up home skillet, biscuit.”
“Gas Attendant: "Thata ain't no etch-a-sketch. Thats one doodle that can't be un-did home skillet.”
“All my rage and fear welled up inside me, and expressed its self in biscuit form.”
“My breath caught in my throat.Buttered biscuits and honey."You're not what I expected.”
“Biscuits, biscuits: wherefore art thou biscuits? Hath mine beloved hidden thou once more from mine eyes? Alas, mine coffee cries out. Lo!”
“What's it like here?There's a biscuit factory next door. We get the broken ones.”