Ratatouille Rattle...

When I reconnect with an old friend, the last thing I expect him to say is, "I guess that Ratatouille rat is helping you bake those pies by hiding under your wig, huh?" We laugh it off and talk about other things. Until he asks, "Do you have anything to eat?" at which point I will kill him, bake him, call it 'bloody buddy pie', and tell the police, "The rat made me do it."