Fear not for My Claude Balls, for once I put Him and the Buttered Toast,
Seasoned with Butterfly and Bird Wings, inside the Oven and Heated Grill, which will melt the Super Glue, thus rendering Claude to escape without a scratch and merely a singe to His much liiiiiiiiiiiiiicked Coat.
I shall cut into Triangles for when We Dine ... You may join Us Fay ... just to stop Your whining of favoritism