(Buster dives into the room all buggy eyed)

Did somebody say SPAM?!

I LOVE SPAM!

(Buster pulls a frying pan from behind his back, followed by a portable camp stove, a spice rack, two bottles of cheeze-whiz, and a Chinese chef)

WHERE'S THE SPAM?!?!

(Buster suddenly stops drooling, drops the frying pan on his toe *ouch*, sends the Chinese chef home, and crumples to the floor)

No...spam...*sniff*

~Buster

*snifflyness*