Theresa strode over to us in a swish of cloth. “Enough of this, animator. He can’t do it, so he pays the price. Either leave now, or join us at our…feast.” Are you having rare Who-roast-beast?” I asked. What are you talking about?” It’s from Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You know the part, ‘And they’d Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They would feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.'” You are crazy.” So I’ve been told.