We're potstickers. We stick to pots, that's what we do. You give us a pot, and we'll stick to it with a tenacity that would put a bulldog with a bone to shame. None of us even got through elementary school, let alone more than halfway through the pursuit of a university degree in the English language, but we're smart enough to know what something called a "POT-STICKER" plans to do.
Here's the thing, CDP. We didn't attempt to deceive you. We didn't try to obscure our true nature. By our name, we make our intentions quite clear. So when you cook a bunch of us for potsticker soup, and you then leave us in a big bowl while you chop vegetables, it seems rather foolish (one might say "asinine", or "idiotic", or perhaps "a display of abysmal chumpitude of the highest order") that you would then react with shocked and chagrined outrage when you find that we have, in fact, stuck to the pot. That name is not symbolic in any way; nor is it an ironic, postmodern challenge to would-be deconstructionists. Truthfully, we're not that smart (apparently, though, we're smarter than some.) The name "potsticker" was meant to be interpreted in the most literal sense:
"Potsticker" = "That which sticks to the pot".
We do apologize for any misunderstanding. In the future, we'll ask that you remember that when confronted with a pot, any pot, we will stick to it with single-minded determination. Barnacles will be scraped off the hull of a shipwreck more easily than we will be separated from the pot to which we stick. It's called a raison d'etre. Look it up, scholar.
The Potstickers (we stick to pots)