This dish wins gold, silver, and broze in the category of phallic imagery. Deciding to keep it thematic, the mashed potatoes look like balls--I'm not entirely sure I can do this with a straight face.

[Clearly Loki's having too much fun and he needs to be stopped.]

Ah yes, well, I've created a spot for this. Roommates and all, they disturb the creative flow.

[And so Loki will give M the address of an apartment in Heropa that, technically, should not exist, but it does.]