You've been a spoiled brat complaining about dinner rather than be grateful for the food you have. I am sick of cooking for you. No more food for you. Here, eat my farts. LOL, oh I am sorry...did you want them served on a plate? Here. You know what...you need to learn some respect. Follow me to the bathroom. Let me do my business. And what I produce...that can be your dinner for the next few days. You'll appreciate my cooking one way or another...