Cabin Fever.

Shortly after this photo was taken:

Dumb and Dumbest up there had the following verbal pas des deux:

T.O.C.E.-- I'm hungry.

H.W.D.N.T.B.N.-- All we have to eat is cheese.

T.O.C.E.--I want pizza.

H.W.D.N.T.B.N.-- They don't deliver pizzas in the middle of a blizzard.

T.O.C.E.-- Why is pizza such an inconvenient food? You totally have to rely on other people to make it, drive it over to your house, answert the delivery phones. It sucks. Its always all about their needs, their schedules, the fact that they don't have snow tires.

H.W.D.N.T.B.N.-- We could make a pizza.

T.O.C.E.-- No we couldn't. Pizza is a magical dish that only qualified pizza people know how to make. I wish there was a big rope lever hanging down from the ceiling and, when you pulled it, a piping hot pizza would fall out of the sky and into your lap. That would be awesome.

H.W.D.N.T.B.N.-- We could put some cheese on a record and eat it.

T.O.C.E.-- (baffled blinking)