"You know what I could go for?' Space Ghost stated while watching a classic episode of 'I Love Lucy'. "Muffins. They're at the top, and are the highest quality."
"The highest quality... of what exactly?" Zorak asked as he was popping the goop out of the piano he was situated at. "We don't have the same measure of determining what is good and all."
"Yeah, well... errr..." Space Ghost coughed as he rubbed the back of his head. "of ripping! I heard there's a lot of good rippers out there!"
"Why would you want someone who rips guts to rip muffins? That doesn't even make sense." Moltar spoke up as he was dancing to the disco he placed on inside his lava lair.
"Well Moltar, here me out." Space Ghost stated as he pulled out an American flag and saluted in front of it, with muffins falling from the ceiling as he heroically posed. "When you're at the top, you're like a muffin. You have your career wrapped around a nice, warm cape. Or blanket." He shrugged and started eating all the muffins surrounding him, going back to watching I Love Lucy... only to realize a tragic irony, puffing up all over his body. "Oh nuts! I completely forgot! I AM ALLERGIC TO MUFFINS!"