I'd also like to take time (away from my lab report) to tell you a story about my friend Ben. Well, not so much a story, as something he used to say a lot.
He contended that if your name was Pasta, and you happened to be eating pasta, your friends could say: "Pass the pasta Pasta". Of course, alliteratively, this would sound like pasta-pasta-pasta.
A natural extension of this would apply to Pasta Pasta: "Pass the pasta Pasta Pasta".
Now, if you're so unfortunate as to have your middle name also be Pastam you'd end up with: "Pass the pasta Pasta Pasta Pasta."
And so on. Ad shitum.

Remi

P.S. Sarah, I know you'll read this soon... I just ate two packs of Rockets. HA!