One mornin' my momma called me to breakfast, but she said, "First yah gotta scale the tower of DOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!" So, since I was really hungry I said, "Sure thing, ma" and I set to climbing the tower of doom, for seven days and seven nights I did climb that tower, never seeming to get any closer to the top. Through the rain and sleet and snow, I persisted to climb. When it seemed that I would make any progress, why pieces of the tower would fall out and I'd slide back to where I'd started. All the while I had to trudge through this thick sticky stuff I'd never seen the likes of before. Fortuanately, the tower was warm for some reason or another, otherwise I'd a caught pneumonia. Just as I was beginning to reach the top, I heard a great thundering terrifying voice say, "Kwitcher playin' around and eat them dern pancackes!"