Picture this. Your boss is coming over for dinner. It's a big deal - so you're preparing a gorgeous roast. Only the best for the Superintendent. Unfortunately, things don't go as planned. Just after your esteemed guest arrives, you realize the roast is burnt. “Oh, egads!” you exclaim in the privacy of the smoke-filled kitchen. “My roast is ruined! But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking?” The thought tickles you. “Delightfully devilish, Seymour.” Before you ca…