Thy Pancakes quake at the thought of me. For all is lost in a land with no maple syrup. Hell shall freezeth over on the day crepes take precedence to pancakes with ice cream. For you nor I shall be safe from those who call themselves pancakes but are much to thin and are available in savoury flavours with pepper and bacon and eggs. All is lost when pancakes no longer soak up the goodness of melting butter and warm syrup, only drips through and stains thy shirt. I have cometh! I scour the land to cleans the world of Crepes! They Shall feel the Wrath of the Pancake Muncher!