Word of caution: Not for the squeamish.
He'd been in Texas for the last seven years and had sorely missed the greasy delight of a proper English fry-up. Today his long wait was over and he could finally enjoy the breakfast of champions.
No black pudding to be found in the entire state, however there were three rashers of proper bacon, two fried eggs, a dollop of baked beans and a generous handful of slimy mushrooms. The sausage was a watery frankfurter rather than a proper banger but he didn't feel up to complaining. At least it was easy to slice with the plastic knife provided.
Two hours after breakfast he was calm as they attached the electrodes to his wet-sponged temples. His body convulsed against the leather straps in the chair as the switch was thrown. The breakfast ingredients inside him sizzled for the second time that day.
NB: Sorry Bookstooge.