Dru, one of your better ideas.
"Hey, Rob, how's your head? How about a nice cold, greasy porkchop? You can almost smell that rancid odor now. Sounds good doesn't it?"
Rob, "Aaaarrrrgggghhhh", as he runs to pray to the great porcelain god.
I think the quote was more like:
"How about a nice greasy pork sandwich served on a dirty ashtray?"