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The Swedish Chef comes into the cafeteria wearing a hat in the shape of a chicken and white and red checkered shorts. And only that. Upon closer inspection you see that the hat is really a chicken. His favorite chicken, Das Schnitzel. The Chef picked her up in Berlin back in the 60s.

It's Freedey leettle-a derleengs! I knoo yuoo ere-a ebuoot tu ureenete-a yuoor punts veet zee thuooght ooff zee veekend cumeeng tu yuoo. Und veet thet tudey's menoo fur September 23 is oone-a ooff my fefureete-a meels:

-Cheeckee in da baskee: cuuked oor livfe-a. Sume-a peuple-a seem tu vunt cuuked cheeckee in a plesteec besket veet sume-a putetu freees. Vhet is thet ell ebuoot?

-Shellffeesh. Vhet keend ooff shellffeesh? I dun't ifee knoo! Das Schnitzel deed zee shuppeeng fur me-a.

-Chuculete-a moose-a (Iff unyune-a vuoold leeke-a zee hurns pleese-a esk me-a. Thuoogh iff I get a lut ooff tekers ve-a meeght hefe-a tu pley ruck peper cheeckee tu deceede-a vhu gets zeem.)

The Chef pulls a live chicken from out of the breadbox and faces the direction of a basketball hoop he had placed othere this morning. He shoots...HE SCORES!

Cheeckee in da baskee! Bork Bork Bork!

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[OOC: *dies and is dead* Perfect Swedish Chef. And my two favourite Swedish Chef meals! *fangirls you*]

((OOC: I love Chef))

Maia approches the counter

"I would like the chocolate moose please"

*Hands her a bowl full of chocolate moose. There is a hoof sticking out of it.*

Eren't yuoo zee loocky oone-a! Yuoo gut zee huuff! Injuy leettle-a oone-a! Bork Bork Bork

Maia stares down at the hoof. "Uh yeah wow, that looks really good" Slowly walking away from the lunch counter Maia sits at a table and decides to eat an apple instead.

((OOC: I am at work in a library and literally had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop from snorking out loud. So perfect.))

"You're serving live chicken? Can we just...keep the chicken? Othervise, I'll have an order of *cooked*...um..cheeckee in zer baskee?"

*is skeptical*

[OOC: Unless you want a pet... be very careful here.]

[OOC: Aaargh, you're totally right. See, this is why posting before 11am can be a bad idea. :D Well, let's see what happens.]

[OOC:
> ruck peper cheeckee
*falls off chair laughing* ]

[ooc: Teh laughter. It is killing me!!!]

[OOC: You rock so hard, dude. XDD]

Havoc watched the presentation with his face switching from dubious, to amused, to outright horrified. Was it even safe to eat here anymore?

Deciding he didn't want a "pet" like that other guy, or even food poisoning from the shellfish, he decides to go for the last thing left.

"Uh... Can I have an order of the chocolate moose?" he asks carefully. He quickly adds, "No horns."

*There were days that you realized food cubes, tasteless as they were, were not really all that bad. Every day at the Fandom High cafeteria seemed to be one of those days. At least you never had to be concerned about food cubes pecking your ~~eyeballs~~ eye out.*

[[ooc:*loves!!*]]

Broots stares at the menu and decides to take his chances with the shellfish.

(ooc: you roffle my waffles, sir)