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The cafeteria is clear of it's jungle motif. Instead there are cactus plants everywhere and the heat has been turned up. You'd swear you were in Mexico. The Chef comes in wearing a sombrero and leather chaps. He looks like a cross between Dorito Bandito and the Twinkee Cowboy.

I hefe-a ruoonded up 11 ooff zee 12 munkeys. Iff yuoo see-a heem ebuoot I'd eppreceeete-a yuoor help in cetcheeng heem. He-a unsvers tu zee neme-a Pitt. Des Schneetzel veell be-a oon zee luukuoot fur heem in zee hells.

Tudey ve-a ere-a hefeeng Mexeecun fuud dey! I du nut knoo mooch Spuneesh veet zee ixcepshun ooff zee phrese-a "Hay un gato in mi pantelones". Su iff yuoo teech me-a a noo Spuneesh phrese-a yuoo get a churro!

Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Tecus!

-Incheeledes

-Tecu Seled

-Cheeps und Selsa

-Qooesedeella
*Ell cheeckee flefured*

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[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm," Kiki says, resting her chin on her hand. "I'll start thinking. I don't know him too well, though, so I don't know what he'd like. But if you need a front-girl, delivery-girl, distraction-creator, or just a shill, I'll be there. Do you know if he has a ticket yet? What if you sent him one anonymously with... well, a flower is kind of boring - what does he like?"

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce chews her lip uncertainly, "Problem being, we don't know if he wants to go at all, much less with us. Don't think we'd be comfortable sending him the ticket .. will just wait and see whether he asks." She sighs, piling bits of tecu into abstract art on her plate, "We'll give him til Thursday, if nothing by then.. well.."

Stabbing a piece of tortilla chip with the tines of a fork, she mournfully comments, "Our friend's brother will go with us, all we have to do is call him. We bought the tickets, so we're pretty much stuck going at this point unless we find someone that wants them."

"He's into music, but .. we really don't know what he listens to. He plays guitar." She idly draws designs in the tecu sauce, "Will keep it in mind if we decide to shanghai him, so thanks for the offer. Just.. don't wanna have to."

Fidgeting, she looks somewhat uncomfortable, "Don't know how he'd take it if we went with someone else, though."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like he needs a good old-fashioned kick in the seat of his pants," Kiki observes.

"Let's see, he likes music and plays guitar... Have you asked him yet if he knows if there will be a live band at the dance and if he knows anything about them?"

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce shrugs noncommittally. "It's still new, so we'll reserve the kicking for something more important, like Prom."

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she sighs, "Well, we'll see him tonight, we can try that one." She smiles, "That's a really good conversational opening, Kiki. Hadn't even thought of that. He does play in the school band."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"Ok, mental note: seat-of-pants-kicking is reserved for Prom," Kiki replies.

"Maybe he hasn't talked about going to the prom because he might be playing guitar at it, and wanted it to be a surprise."

Kiki gets a faint dreamy expression on her face. "That would be sooo romantic."

She shakes herself. "Wow, I'm getting really bad, aren't I?"