Second floor common room, all Friday afternoon

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:




Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!


Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.


[OOC: So very open.]

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef leaned in close, as if passing on a deep secret.

"Yuoo gu tu a beeg oopee erea, und yuoo yell HEEEEERE MOOSEY MOOSEY MOOSEY! Bork Bork Bork!"

[the_merriest]

"Ohhhh, a MOOOOSE!" She clapped her hands enthusiastically. "I'll go around downtown and see if I can find one! Maybe one of the stores has one, even!"

If she couldn't have a penguin, at least she'd get a moose.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Guud guud!" he said, giving Rikku a friendly pat on the back. "Ve'll meke-a luts ooff chuculete-a muuse-a leter! Bork Bork Bork!"

[the_merriest]

"Yay!" Rikku bounced out of the room, in hot pursuit of a myooose. She was still singing the Bork song. Loudly.