HOLY CHRISTMAS, WE'RE FUCKED

On a wondering trip I came across a tired fellow traveler who pointed me in the direction of a famed waffle house. He said to me: "Ho, hungry wanderer, lift your spirits, lay down your burdens and sate your butter desires." I asked him why he had not satisfied himself at this spot of syrupy heaven and he said, "oh but i did, and it left me in such a state. I writhed in pain, my limbs convulsed and i did wreck my head against the wall. you see sir, a gypsy once cursed me. I may never enjoy carbohydrates."

Robin fights the power the only way she knows how.