It's like, you're in space and you're trying to eat twisties. I tell ya, they just keep flying everywhere... oh and the crumbs .... man the crumbs. Have you tried to clean up in space? Did you know that you can stain anything with twisties? I'm starting to feel hungry. Good thing I have eggs, I mean where would we be without eggs? We'd all still be chickens, that's where? I have to go, I'm needed. Just like a kid needs his crayons but you know all about that.