Greta, as usual, was throwing out some very broad hints that she was desperately in need of a snack. I, being the perceptive aunt that I am, provided her with a Slim Jim. It was one of the long ones, so I only pealed the wrapper back halfway. She munched for a minute or two, then handed the Slim Jim back to me to peal the rest of the way. "Janie, can you make it naked for me?" She asked.