Without looking the Goddess reached up her hand, and snapped the honey jar out of the air like an overly-paid Golden Glove winner. <sniff sniff> Sweet nector filled her nose, only enticing her Spam-filled senses. Her joyous laughter filled Doom's heart with...horror? Glee? Confusion? "Decisions, decisions..." the Goddess pondered..."Peanut Butter and Honey sandwich, Honey-Baked Spam or a honey snowcone?" Fortunately for the Goddess she could multi-task like only a Goddess could....