Bacon Bacon Bacon

I can't stand it. When there are four bacon loving people and 8 slices of bacon to spread between us (2 each), why does everyone look at the bacon on my plate with such jealousy as I slowly eat my pancakes, what lust is there? I see them creeping reaching for it. It's my bacon, I take the worst of it, the burnt pancakes, the small slices of bacon, the egg that always seems to go over harder than any egg ever has. why do you have to reach for my sliver of bacon, the salty overcooked soaked in maple syrup piece lying on my plate, my dessert if you will from pancakes and overdone eggs and you try to steal it.