Kermie sticks his stubbornly brown (2) spoon in Jupiter's bowl, then doubles up with a scoop of lavesabi 'n' pork. He's either going to find the meaning of life or his own demise tonight.

"Sha-Joop-y," he gasps, offense in his tone but certainly not on his face. "Isn't he married?" Kermit leans in closer, sneaking his own glances at the teachers in question. "Would she dare?"