Sometimes you just need some good ol' homecooked food in order to bolster your spirits against the dread of corporate nonsense. Welcome to the Spits homestead, where we've got a woodworking shed in the back, jambalaya on the stove, a young boy hanging out in the bushes (he likes being there, don't worry), and absolutely no brain cells in our heads whatsoever. Who is that? Oh, that's just X, he's the family spy. Don't you have a family spy? Well ya do now, come join us at the table. There's room for everyone!