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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[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

So Luke did, one after another, laughing the entire time as beet juice spattered all over him.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef laughed as well as he cheered Luke on.

"Guud, guud! Thees is gueeng tu be-a zee best borsht ifer mede-a! Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke grinned, pleased. "Anything else to smush?" he asked as the last beef spattered its way into the pot.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The pot bubbled happily on the stove, and the icky delicious smell of boiling beets soon filled the room.

"I theenk zeere-a is a leettle-a Jepunese-a ceke-a lefft oofer iff yuoo vunt tu cakensmoosher thet tuu. Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Bork bork bork!" Luke parroted happily, then went whomping on some cake.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef gave Luke a pat on the back.

"Guud, guud! Sumedey yuoo veell be-a a greet cuuk veet skeells leeke-a thet!"