Second floor common room, all Friday afternoon

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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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The Danish Chef nodded.

"Okee-a-duukee-a! Let's poot thees oon zee stufe-a zeen. Bork Bork Bork!" he said, as he lifted the heavy pot onto the burners.

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Valentine wiggled his fingers in happy expectation. "So, do you do this all of the time, then? I may have to come back again in the future."
The other borking guy in the cafeteria never made lubster, after all.

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"Oh yes, ell zee teeme-a. Oor et leest I theenk I du. Bork Bork Bork!" At least, he thought he did. Truth be told, Hamlet was having trouble focusing on anything but being muppetty this afternoon.

He turned on the heat on the pot. Somewhere in the background, the sound of a mariachi band started playing.

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Valentine's posture straightened a little at the sound of the mariachi band. While he was used to a good many things, random mariachi was rather new to him. Twinkly, wiggly, strange new-age stuff, on the other hand, was perfectly normal.
"Does cooking lubster usually involve maracas?"

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"Nu, oonly oon Tooesdeys," said the chef.

The mariachi music swelled to a crescendo as a pack on Lobster Banditos swarmed into the kitchen area, waving their tiny styrofoam guns around, and yelling in Spanish.

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Valentine watched the Lobster Banditos swarm in, head quirked slightly to the side.
"What are they doing?"
He didn't bother to point out that it was Friday.

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The Lobster Banditos quickly surrounded the group. The two leaders of the pack kept their pistols focused on the Danish Chef and Valentine, while a couple other members of the group rescued their sombrero wearing friend from the boiling pot of water.

//No one tries to broil our amigo!// shouted the leader of the pack. Hamlet, not understanding a word of Spanish just stared at them blankly.

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Valentine also did not speak Spanish.
He did, however, fully comprehend that his meal had just been freed from its boiling prison.
This actually rather upset him.
"I don't suppose," he said, keeping his eyes on the pack of crazed crustaceans that had them circled, "you might have something to beat them down with, might you?"

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The Danish Chef turned towards Valentine. "Vhet, zee cakenschmooscher? Thet's oonly fur heetting cekes, nut lubsters! Bork Bork Bork!"

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Valentine whimpered and flailed a little.
"We're both gonna die."

Bonus points if the lubsters tie us up and put us in the pot.</s.

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The Lobster Banditos looked over their rescued companion to make sure he was okay, before turning their attention back to Hamlet and Valentine.

//Let this be a lesson to you: never try to eat a member of our band again!// yelled the lobster boss. //Come muchachos, let us ride!//

All the lobsters whistled, and after mounting their prawn steeds, rode off into the sunset.

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This only caused Valentine to wonder... why there was a sunset in the afternoon.
But then, this was Fandom. He should be used to it by now.
"I think... perhaps I'll grab a bowl of cereal instead, if that's alright."

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A sunset in the afternoon, brought to you by the magic of Fandom!

The Danish Chef grabbed a box of Count Chocula off of the shelf and pressed it into Valentine's hands. "Zeere-a yuoo gu! Injuy! Bork Bork Bork!"

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Valentine really, really liked this guy. Because today, Hamlet was a muppet.
"Seriously, I think you've got to be the best chef I've met to date," he said as he stuck his hand into the box, pausing for a moment to make certain that there wasn't a vampire inside or anything, before he crammed the cereal into his mouth.