He fell for the soup! Two years later that still makes me giggle. I'm actually surprised Danger Ehren doesn't now have some extreme neuroses about walking around blind corners or, at the very least, conniptive fits when asked if he'd like soup or salad with a meal. Hell, if I was him, I don't even know if I could pull it together to work up the nerve to blow out candles on a birthday cake for fear they would go KABOOM and ALL THAT. Then again, that's mostly me projecting my own hyper-awareness and paranoiac mistrust of anyone and anything related to my friends—especially when/if any abnormal act of kindness is involved. All I can say is, thank god Ehren doesn't have my issues or he might never have fallen for the soup. Happy Birthday, Ehren!