When not saving the world with my mutant powers, I rent myself out as "Calvin" for kiddie parties.
But my powers allow me to take the form of a controlled burn. I call myself, Sir-Flame-A-Lot
Did I mention that I rap? ~\I like bri-quets and I can not lie; you othah suckas like to fry; but when that charcoal heats all your favorite meats; the taste just can not lie; baby got bri-quets!/~
Whoa, Sir-Flame-A-Lot is kickin' like Baby Jesus! But I got a serious problem--we're out of propane AND the DJ didn't show for my Middle East Peace Blizzzzast. HELP!
SEVERAL BURGERS LATER...
Thank Gizzzod for Sir-Flame-A-Lot. Everyone's fed and he kicked out the hype jams 'til he ran out of gas. Hey, if you're the Calvin impersonator, you're too late. I'm not paying.
Well, since Arafat and Sharon are slow-dancing in the gazebo, I guess I can forgive you for stiffing me. Shalom!