I Am a God. Hurry Up With My Damn Croissant

I was in the, I think it was when I went to San Jose actually. There was just some fat guy. Bitching at the concierge. His fat wife set him down there to bitch on her behalf about the lack of aesthetically pleasing croissants. He wanted the ham sandwich, a crayon croissant sandwich, but with nothing on it so that his wife could have one of the good looking croissans. But they told me that those are saved for the sandwiches. So I had to order a, he did like five easy pieces, a whole, a hold of between your legs scene to get a fresh croissant. That's what black God