My invention is chíc. It is art. it is classy. no it's classé (french, extra classy). It wears a tux to work when everyone else wears boring suits. It drinks it's drink with it's pinky so high in the air, the pinky can look down it's pinky nose at other lower pinkys. My skill is food and my medium is tornado. The waffle iron is merely the vessel usurping each ingredient, like a cathode ejecting a jolt of currents through everything it touches. It looks foreign, confusing and expensive. It tastes amazing and and embarrases the non-traveled taste buds with an overwhelming syrupy bite of emotion...I am the creator of this wonder and I will change the world with this.