Inspector: Then we have number four. Number four: Crunchy Frog. Mr. Hilton: Yes. Inspector: Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in 'ere? Mr. Hilton: Yes, a little one. Inspector: What sort of frog? Mr. Hilton: A...a dead frog. Inspector: Is it cooked? Mr. Hilton: No. Inspector: What, a RAW frog?!? Mr. Hilton: Oh, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent, Swiss, quintuple-smooth, treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose. Inspector: That's as may be, but it's still a frog! Mr. Hilton: What else? Inspector: Well, don't you even take the bones out? Mr. Hilton: If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy, would it? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Welcome Wufnir Jim Z. a.k.a. Julian Boolean