Finally, he eradicates his target. The segment can continue, but Guthrie's like, well we're out of time because Caron Daly's situation got out of control. So we may never truly know if we've correctly made the berry peanut butter french toast or whatever it's called. But what we do know — and what is arguably the more valuable lesson here — is that your parents have raised you on a lie. If you have food in your teeth or some sandwich debris on your face, no one will tell you. They will let you sit there until you figure it out, and laugh as you try to stabilize the situation. Your mom may have said things like, "Oh, honey. No one cares! They only care what they look like." And yet here we are. Here we are.