I'm going to shout out to Khalid, even though he almost certainly will never read this. Khalid was just the cook at our local donair shop back in the day, but he made the motherfuckingest of donairs, so when I remade the world, his name went on the sign. Cheers, Khalid, thanks for feeding us when we were too stoned to cook.
You gotta love the people like Khalid. Those that slave away the long hours in the kitchen and fuel our plans, plots, schemes, and the aftermath of all our bad decisions. Salt of the earth they are. Cheers to you Khalid, and cheers to you Mr. Twist for spreading the love.