Those who shun gravy - yea, I call them the Lords of Dryness. Theirs is not the path of castigation that befalls the haters of quiche - they need love and gentle encouragement to walk the true path once more. Can anyone's heart fail to falter when beholding them - sitting in darkened corners, tired jaws cracking and shattering their wizened fare? They are fools parched of the stuff of life itself, doomed to wander the fringes of the desert. Heed the rusty croaks of their lamentations, and lavish them with the juice of love.
Once more the tyranny of internet-based polls forces me to retreat into obscurity

But my day will come

*shakes fist*