Well, as a mindless woman who can't think for herself, how was I to know you didn't imply I couldn't leave the kitchen? For if I knew I could leave, I would have that sandwich and a cold beer at your side in a new york minute.
it is match, i work at a place where its in my job description to give riddles like this one, which i hate. because it starts out red, then burns to black, then the fire comes red. but if you went red first the riddle wouldnt rhyme. idc.