Scene: Roseholme Cottage kitchen interior. Early AM. Bacon is frying.
RX: "Will you keep an eye on the bacon for a second while I take care of something really urgent?"
*A brief time elapses. I'm be-bopping spastically in the kitchen, eyes closed, to some internal soundtrack, probably "White and Nerdy" by Weird Al. Unseen by me, my roomie has returned.*
RX: "Oh my gawd, are you doing the Forbidden Bacon Dance?!?"