One time, during a sibling argument, my Evil Twin, Kram Sheldon, told me that he was going to make me eat my words. I told him that I wasn't sure how words tasted, but I imagined that if you put some Parmesan cheese on them, they wouldn't be too bad. Of course, you'd first have to figure out how to make something intangible tangible, which would be the tricky bit. Kram glared at me hatefully, and stormed away. Some people are very poor losers when it comes to arguments.