Hunger strikes! and you decide that the only sensible way to curb your screaming appetite is by bacon. Of course you're no pansy, so a simple one or two pieces of bacon really won't quite cut it; no you need the whole package. Out of the frying pan, hot and ready, sits a whole plate of that wonderful greasy goodness. Suddenly, your front door bursts open and in charges your next door neighbor. Looks like you've left your window open and the heavenly aroma of salted, smoked pork was too much for the poor guy to bear and it turned him into a viciously salivating, single-minded animal. He must get that bacon! In fear of losing your prize, the animal instincts kick in to overdrive and a low primal growl eminates from the back of your throat, as your lips pull back to form a menacing grimace. The two of you face off; hovering over the plate of bacon, gently cirlcing to each try and achieve better ground.
Only one of you is going to make it out of this intact; and it's not going to be the bacon.
It's real simple here guys, you've got two hands and some bacon. The bacon is a Capital, so if you take it and lose it, you're out of the game.
That's it. Have fun.