Lancelot wrinkled his nose. "Mustard Gas?" he inquired, walking into the kitchen where Agile was stirring a large pot. Agile removed his mask and wiped away a tear. He has been feeling very lachrymorseful since eating half their projected 2011 revenue. "Green Tomato Chutney" he explained. "It's an Autumn Ritual in England." Lancelot was very doubtful.