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This post offends me. Why is microwave the only option? Convection ovens? Dutch ovens? Coventional ovens? Toaster ovens? ALL OVENS MATTER!!!
Only the great ones can. That's the mark of a true champion. And by mark, I mean the face scars you get from using meth. Weed kids, not meth.
