Yesterday I met a girl who used to be a dragon. Can you believe that? She doesn't have wings anymore, but she says she can breathe fire at will. I told her a barbecue was in order, 'cause heaven knows you'd save a fortune on lighter fluid with a skill like that. I told her if she brought the fire, I'd bring the meat. If you find me some edible barbecue sauce in New York City, I might just let you come along too. Just don't wear that flannel coat of yours if you brought it with you; I reckon it's pretty flammable, and I don't have a taste for grilled Crowder.