Q: Dude, like, do you know if they still serve those Swedish meatballs at Ikea?
A: I don’t work at Ikea. I haven’t set foot inside an Ikea in years. I can’t comment directly on your question. However . . . I will tell you this: what truly matters most is that you hold a Swedish meatball deep inside your heart. Cherish it. Venerate it. Then, once you’re done with all that, find yourself a crackerjack thoracic surgeon.
