bite-sized fewmets, plus cheese.

Curse you, Poe, for writing fanboy-worthy science fiction in a drunken stupor while lesser mortals such as I chug mugfuls of stimulants to write real science (which only advisers and potential plagiarists will read).

P.S. Okay, the drunken stupor bit might be a myth, but still. Bullpoopy.

P.P.S. Kate Beaton, I will hunt you down and steal your brains, Gabriel Gray style.