((You actually just pay over the Internet with your Tac-Pad, but I'll accept that)) "Thank you, thank you!" The oven beeps and he opens its door. Steam billows out of the oven, and from it the chef quickly pulls the metal platter of "Atomic Cow Tongue," which is now brown instead of a normal pink, and it sizzles with baked saliva. He slides the searing hot platter over the table to you. "Enjoy!" He bows thankfully.