PF: Gracious, this ongoing struggle between good and evil is making me PECKISH! What is this? A sandwich laying here, just for me?
Hobo Sandwich: Oh no, not again! Don’t eat me, you idiot!
PF: Just a tiny bite for the road…
Hobo Sandwich: OWWWW! My head! My… say… what’s going on? Where am I?
PF: Oh sticks of fiddling, I have bitten Mr. Sandwich again. Are you okay, sir?
Hobo Sandwich: I’m fine. Just fine. In fact, I feel pretty nice. I’d say, everything’s ALLLL RIGHT!
PF: I am so very sorry to have eaten part of your head again, Mr. Sandwich – you are very tasty and…
Hobo Sandwich: No, it’s fine. Totally cool. These things happen. We’re still cool though, right? My man? My maaaaaaain man!
Hobo Sandwich: Professor Fliggins, my main dude! You and me, brother man, we’re gonna be groovy forever!
PF: Now this is peculiar. This sandwich was just a minute ago one of the most bitter, unpleasant fellows I have ever met. Now this.
Hobo Napkin: I think you bit the part of his brain that makes him irritable…
Hobo Sandwich: Sky rockets in flight… afternoon delight! Aaaaaafternoon delight!
PF: Fascinating. He seems otherwise unharmed.
Hobo Napkin: Yeah… I think I like him better like this.
PF: I as well. Right then, back to the war!
Hobo Sandwich: Hey, anyone wanna hear my poetry?