Mmmm...smoked baboon. You would think that after Brendan has his whole middle section burnt to a crisp that he would lose his interest in the whole fire/stove/oven thing. I guess misery loves company. He ran into the kitchen last night, quicky opened the oven, threw his victim in and slammed the door shut, all in a matter of 3 seconds. Since I was cooking fish sticks it was at 425 degrees and his beloved friend went up in flames instantly. Did I say fish sticks? I meant smoked fish sticks. Poor Rafiki.