The muffin man is my *****, but he makes damn good muffins.
I first met him the spring of 2079, when bacon is made of cheddar and potatoes eat hotdogs. "Hello there," he said to me. "A muffin man!" I exclaimed. "Do you know where the cream filling is?" "Oh, home is where the heart is," he replied. Then we skipped merrily down the yellow bick road, over the river, and then straight on to the way to San Jose....