Hey there, cowpoke, you fancy the pickled eggs of a large fish?
What? No! No, thank you but no.
You sure? Damn fine. It’s good eatin’.
Right… What does it come with? Salad?
Salad? Like, foliage? Pfft! A spoon is all you need, pilgrim.
Okay. Okay, sorry, but… you want me to eat salted ovarian fish eggs, straight from a plate? No bread or mayo or anything?
Yup! It’s what we do round these parts. Like beans ‘n’ biscuits. Hoooooo-wee!
I see… I think I’ll pass. Thanks all the same though.
Suit y’rself. Mmmmm, that’s a middle-to-upper class extravagance right there!
(Caviar Day – celebrated from the dimension where sturgeon eggs are valued most highly in the Wild West.)