Oh, please. You'll need to be saved from my spitfire puns, you'd need a reservoir. You can't predict me, my puns are Dynamic. As for food, what are you even taco'ing about? You battling me would be a missed-steak. Have you mustard the strength to ketchup to my flow? You've been burned worse than your pizza in the oven. I don't believe it said cook in the oven at 350 for 2 hours, now did it? I'm a taxidermist, because after my meal you'll be stuffed. Not satisfied? Oh, damnit! I'm out of poultry. Better wing it. I bet it was the alluminum, it always tries to foil my plans. Admit it, you lost this battle. I can settle an appointment with Dr. Banana for you, you seem to have developed a split personality. Just don't slip on your blood on the way out, and keep your shoulders high as you walk through the puddles of blood, I want you to B-Positive.
Sorry Dynam, but this is Nacho battle.