Don't worry he'll let you know
Kids: EGGS! BACON! WAFFLES! CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES! Me: Let me rephrase. Who wants toast
I don't know. Let me think. *pictures self riding jet ski made of bones through space*
Oh, you don't know I won't ask you to wipe my bum then.
Your girlfriend has to chew before she swallows.
Don't worry baby, I'm sterile.
Don't worry, they'll let you know.
It's a Moray."
Because sheep would be too obvious.