Steamed Hams but it's Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

Marco: Well, Star, I made it- despite your directions.

Star: Ah. Superintendent Marco. Welcome. I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon.

Marco: Yeah.

Star: Oh, no! My roast is ruined. But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Delightfully devilish, Star.

Singers: Ah- Star with his crazy explanations. The superintendent's gonna need his medication when he hears Star's lame exaggerations, there'll be trouble in town tonight!

Marco: STAR!

Star: Superintendent, I was just- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me?

Marco: Why is there smoke coming out of the oven, Star?

Star: Uh- Oh. That isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having. Mmm. Steamed clams. Whew. Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers.

Marco: I thought we were having steamed clams.

Star: D'oh, no. I said steamed hams. That's what I call hamburgers.

Marco: You call hamburgers steamed hams?

Star: Yes. It's a regional dialect.

Marco: Uh-huh. Uh, what region?

Star: Uh, Earth?

Marco: Really. Well, I'm from Earth, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase "steamed hams."

Star: Oh, not on Earth, no. It's a Mewman expression.

Marco: I see. You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at the local fast food joint.

Star: Oh, no. Patented Butterfly burgers. Old family recipe.

Marco: For steamed hams.

Star: Yes.

Marco: Yes. And you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.

Star: Ye- You know, the- One thing I should- - Excuse me for one second.

Marco: Of course.

Star: Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped.

Marco: Yes. I should be- Holy cow! What is happening in there?

Star: Aurora borealis.

Marco: Uh- Aurora borealis at this time of year at this time of day in this part of the country localized entirely within your kitchen?

Star: Yes.

Marco: May I see it?

Star: No.

Marco's mom: Marco! The apartment is on fire!

Star: No way. It's just the northern lights.

Marco: Well, Star, you are an odd fellow but I must say you steam a good ham.

Marco's mom: Help! Help!