The above is what started flowing from my mind and my mouth after a 1993 college road trip when the only music we had in the van was a tape of a Garth Brooks album.
The preceding was brought to you by my increasingly-sleep-needing mind.
"Alas, a lack. "(Ooo, sounds poetic.)"
(That context? A friend was watching The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King.) "The trampoline salesman from The Emperor's New Groove…
"This is the 'Too Many Cooks' of burgers."