As many of you know, I have a severe and strange form of OCD. It relates to food and can cause unexplainable gastrointestinal phenomena such as the craving of gas-station "Dirty Dogs" and the unwillingness to eat food prepared by anyone visible other than my earth mom or earth wife.

Indeed, there is no limit to the curious behavior my OCD will cause, much of it pertaining to eating what most would consider the un-eatable. But there is a limit to the nastiness that I will eat. And the limit starts somewhere near the Taco Bell, especially when their meat tube is clogged.

In my travels, I have occasionally stolen a glance behind the counter at McDonald's or Wendy's to remark at the curious devices those who mass produce food employ. Many of them resemble the outrageous medical contraptions you might have seen in "The Road to Welville". They might reduce one of your out of balance "humors", or promote consistent ketchup delivery- it's hard to tell. I try not to look at people, just the devices. And although my unfamiliarity with the devices makes it difficult for me to link them directly to food, their clean stainless steel finish puts them in the category of innocuous.

"We can't make tacos right now... Meat tube's clogged..."