How do you do? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Coyote, Wile E. Coyote. I am a genius. I can easily understand why it should puzzle you that a person of my intelligence, IQ 207 super genius, should devote his valuable time chasing this ridiculous road-runner, this bird that appears to be so skinny, scrawny, stringy, unappetizing, anemic, ugly and misbegotten. Ah, but how little you know about road runners. Actually, the road runner is to the taste buds of a coyote, what caviar, champagne, filet mignon and chocolate fudge are to the taste buds of a man.