Uncle T, I saved you a Bal-a Who, half a Giddyman, a few Small Jacks and some Fry Bakes.
When I went back, hoping to send it to you via Fed Ex, Gouyaveman ate all of it, even down to the bones.
I said (In my newly adapted local Gouyave Parlance) "Gouyaveman, way you do dat fer"?
His reply: "Door worry man, whenever I eat, Tony will swallow"
Lick your lips Uncle T, lick your lips.