Okay, first, they're waffles, not pancakes. That was a sacrilegious remark.
Second, you're not sure why this submission from the peanut gallery is so highly lauded by the rest of the gallery. These jokers seem to think it was a real banger, but it seems pretty mid? But you know what, you'll take it. Anything to snap you out of the troubling rumination on your backstory.
You drown your confusing religious persecution and nagging sense of existential dread in enormous mouthfuls of fluffy waffles and gooey syrup. You plow through your entire breakfast allotment in seconds flat. You feel this is in the spirit of the holiday. Your lack of food thereafter is a problem for the Bitsy of tomorrow, or the second day of THE TWELVE MEATS SOLAR PERIGEE. You are beginning to see what the faithful clowns find so appealing about this. It's not about making sense. It's about being a fucking idiot in the heat of the moment, and leaving all the problems your idiocy causes up to faith to sort out later. This feels like a huge breakthrough. Your shitty ringmaster would be proud.