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**Double Fish slap** <Unslings fish.> <beat> <Giant fish slap.> That's what ye git fer abusin' mah kippers!
Zhe English cannot cook, silly, bloated whale-woman. Zhey only boil zhe food unteel eet ees gray and bland.You eat frogs? Cannibal. You should try these kippers!Hey, that's not butter, that's pure gold! Look how shiny my avatar is.Why am puffins so ugly?Have you seen Callous Jack? Man, talk about a butterface. I take offence at that! No one boils mutton!
Hey, that's not butter, that's pure gold! Look how shiny my avatar is.Why am puffins so ugly?Have you seen Callous Jack? Man, talk about a butterface. You eat frogs? Cannibal. You should try these kippers!
*sharpens knives and looks at le froggie* Time for you to try my famous mashed peas!
Anyway I am no longer cooking in my own juices. You don't need some cowardly frog! You've got me!
Zis is ze grue stue. Guffaw! A rival!
It's a myth that you can have too much salt.
Get back here! The Queen is coming for breakfast and I need to rip out your entrails and wash them with water from the Thames!
Drags pieces of dick for the dessert in.That looks delicious. Could I grab a bite? Absolutely! It's not quite ready, though, so if you could just wait another hour or so...?
Puts the dick in a blender, sets on chop, turns on then mixes some milk, eggs, sugar, and vanilla together in a bowl before adding the dick. Pours into ramekins, then puts in oven and sets to 340 degrees and turns the timer to 45 minutes.
Truly, I solely needed part of you for the spotted dick. Now I will be able to make it over and over again!
Drags pieces of dick for the dessert in.
Well, bother. I only required some of you for the delicious dessert.
Can I have the keys to the bunker? Might be something fun inside! Of course! Tosses.
Yes, dear old chap! I am going to hunt down that bloody dick!
Yes, dear old chap! I am going to hunt down that bloody dick!
Stumbles in, soaked. Blimey, I didn't expect that water to hit me!Spots the dick. Aha! Shoots with the paintball gun, with his special ball of entanglement. Runs up to the dick, then stabs him repeatedly with the potato peeler before skinning and gutting him. Ace! Mr. Moorluck's chef will be most pleased!
I'm tough to spot because I'm usually in hiding. Ow! Err... watch where you point that bullet-spewer, eh? Passes out from the pain, then falls into a sink.
I'm tough to spot because I'm usually in hiding. Grabs his +3 blessed human bane lightning burst potato peeler, then chases after Dick, brandishing it. Come back here, sir! Lord Prim- I mean "President"- Moorluck loves spotted dick!Snatches a +5 heat-seeking paintball gun from one of the president's munchkins. Well, I can spot you while I chase you!
Has anyone spotted Dick since last page? I need him to make some o' that good ol' hearty English food. And maybe someone's got a wife we can use for the haggis?
Cheerio, good chaps! I will now prepare my famous spotted dick and haggis! Come and taste my delicious delicacies! |