Oh my glorious wonderful baked beans. I love to eat you all the lunch time long. The little brown things were put here to please. If you think I'm joking, I say you're wrong. Oh, how I love this canned lunch from Heaven. Now if ever there were something better. I'd leave this town, I'd run away right then. For baked beans I would do anything, sir. I've travelled far and wide to have some food. To China and Australia I've gone. The French don't eat baked beans, for they are rude. In Japan, they gave me a HUGE won-ton. I smote off their heads with just one large sword. Don't mess with me when I want baked beans. Word.