Any of the giant drumsticks or hams on the bone that are seemingly pure delicious meat with no connective tissue, and can apparently be eaten with all the effort of an ice cream bar.
The fevered dreams of a madman, for now. But if in some sitcom plot, I ever inherit a pizza place form a long-lost uncle, those will be called the Dave Lister and the Blue Hedgehog respectively (I have to assume Sega is more litigious than the BBC).
Big Community: The Board Game energy.