Within his dark and desolate cave, The Grinch perched upon his old filthy recliner, a thick cigar smoldering between his hairy gnarled fingers. As the acrid smoke filled the air, a rumble deep within his cavernous belly stirred. The Grinch always had a gluttonous appetite, and hunger gnawed at him like a ravenous beast. With a lazy guttural sigh, he lumbered to his feet, walking over to his cave's dilapidated kitchen, where he opened his old fridge, it's steel doors creaking open,