While I sat in a sandwich shop one day, a little man wearing a large coat that fit him like... a large coat fits a small man walked in and went up to the counter. Why did he do that? Well, how else do you get a sandwich without ordering it first? I decided to listen to what the little man ordedred, so I sat near the ocunter. Did I hear him? Why would I sit next to the counter if I didn't want to hear him? The little man had a deep baritone (well, he was a man). I distinctly heard him say, i would like a rye bread sandwich with a leaf of lettuce, a lot of mustard, some relish, a slice of cheddar cheese, and a large SLAB of MUTTON! I was shocked. Mutton is very dangerous, especially if enunciated in that manner. By the time I got over my shock, the little man was sitting at a table, about to eat his sandwich. He opened his mouth and was about to take a bite when the sandwich opened its mouth and said The little man jumped and poured water on his sandwich. Again, the sandwich opened it's mouth and said But this time, the ghost of a sheep leapt out and chased the little man around the corner. I never saw him at that sandwich shop again. I learned a good lesson from this experience. Never order a sandwich with a large SLAB of MUTTON.