Muffins, muffins, muffins....Shep thought, walking into the cafeteria. It wasn't exactly full...Food! Shep thought gleefully. Just what he'd been craving all morning. He selected a red apple and a few pastries and...dang it the muffins weren't labeled. So how was he supposed to know which one to get the lady in the cubicle next to him?

Sigh. Time for process of elimination...K well he could eliminate the ones without seeds. That was about half. He could eliminate the one with blueberries in it. That left him with still 4 different kinds of muffins. Crap.