After repeated disappointments with his experiments in the field of Expeditious Nutrition, (including one nearly catastrophic incident with the Ham-O-Pult) Dr. Fullerfaster, as so often is the case, inadvertantly invents the ice cream bong. Ever on the lookout for new ways to indulge an old sweet-tooth, test subject Eugene eagerly shot-guns a bucket of butter brickle. Gravity urging the frosty treat south with no calorie surrendered revolving a cone, Eugene delights in the sinful sensuality of the creamy, cool, sweet so effortlessly ingested. True love he speculates, surely holds no deeper satisfaction than does this speedy delivery of sugary butterfat. Eugene is of course mistaken and not for the first time. His musings routinely fall somewhere short of insightful, but then Eugene after all, is an imbecile.