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The Chef saunters into the cafeteria. Yes, saunters, like a damned cowboy. You can actually hear him singing Garth Brooks. He's got an evil look on his face. Well, mischievious. Das Schnitzel practically skips in with the same grin on her face. The school has gotten boring. People fighting. Nobody is sharing the love. This disturbed both the Chef and Das Schnitzel who were both hippies back in the day. But today, oh today they will share the love. They were going to stick love potion in the food but they decided to save that for Valentines Day. It was expensive after all.

No today was going to be quite...musical.

Hellu leettle-a buys und gurls! Tudey ve'fe-a gut sume-a fery speceeel fuud fur yuoo!

-Peunoot Bootter und Jelly Sundveeches

-Hem und Cheese-a Sundveeches

-A chueece-a ooff ieezeer putetu cheeps oor cheetus

Thees fuud is su guud, it veell hefe-a yuoo seenging! Hefe-a a guud dey keeds! Shere-a zee luve-a! Bork Bork Bork!

He figured he gave them some warning. But he didn't out and say that the PB&J will have you singing The Carpenters all day and the lucky kids who ate the Ham and Cheese will be groovin' to ABBA.

((I had to use the word saunters dammit. Stupid Wizard People, Dear Reader. It got it stuck in my head.))

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"Hey... Can I have my ham and cheese sandwich grilled?"

Unytheeng fur yuoo Merty.

The Chef hands Marty his sandwich and gives him a muppet-y wink.

Injuy! Bork Bork Bork

Marty takes a bite. Mmmm..... Ham and cheesy goodness.

And he walks out humming "Dancing Queen" by Abba.

((*Gives Chef Muppet points for the fun*))

"A ham and cheese, please?" Kiki requests.

The Chef hands Kiki her sandwich and wonders if she has a good singing voice.

Kiki finishes her lunch, and wonders why there are strains of "Take a Chance on Me" running through her head. She starts humming as she returns her tray.

As she leaves the cafeteria, the humming turns to her singing quietly under her breath.

"If you change your mind
I'm the first in line
honey, I'm still free
take a chance on me.
If you need me
let me know
gonna be around
if you got no place to go
f you’re all alone
when the pretty birds have flown
honey I’m still free
take a chance on me..."

[ooc: I KNEW that my near-encyclopaedic knowledge of ABBA, courtesy of long car rides and my mother's music selections, would someday come in handy!!]

[OOC: Marty is currently at the clinic trying to be cured of his ABBA affliction. If you show up we could duet.]

Wilson managed to find the cafeteria the way people normally find such places. He followed his nose.

He was a doctor on a mission and so after a cursory inspection of the different foodstuffs available, which he was not about to touch, he walked towards a spot he hoped would allow his voice to be heard back in the kitchen.

"Hello? Is anyone back there? My name is Doctor James Wilson, from at the Clinic? I'd like to talk to whoever is in charge?"

The Swedish Chef pokes his head out from underneath a table and smiles at the man.

Hellu Ductur mun! I em zee Svedeesh Cheff und I em in cherge-a here. Hoo mey I be-a ooff esseestunce-a?

................

This just kept getting better and better and...okay, tonight he was getting drunk off his ass. Maybe even getting into House's Vicodin supply.

"Ah...hello. Um, Chef I've just come from the clinic where I had a young man who...claims he ate a ham and cheese sandwich from here and started to sing ABBA? Every time he opens his mouth. Do you...I mean...has anyone else reported anything strange?"

The Chef laughs a hearty laugh.

"Off cuoorse-a he-a sterted seenging! I tuld zeem thet zee fuud vuoold hefe-a zeem seenging! Boot nut tu vurry, it veell veer ooffff effter a foo huoors. Meybe zee lad shuoold hefe-a hed zee peunoot bootter und jelly. He-a seemed mure-a ooff a Cerpenters type-a tu me-a. Bork Bork Bork!"

The oncologist stood there, swallowing on his words a couple of times before he managed to eek out.

"A few hours...wear off...okay. Uh, that's all I needed to know. Thank you, Chef."

Wilson gave the ma...err...puppet...a rueful smile and then turned to head out back to the Clinic.

Wow...yes, tonight he was going to be very drunk.

Sonia decides to stop by the cafeteria between classes. Ludwig follows her in, and blinks at the chef, obviously confused.

She translates the menu for him. [Anything you vant?]

Beethoven glances warily at the food, before pointing at one of the sandwiches.

[Vhichever has meat, I suppose. Zis is considered your lunch?]

Sonia ignores his second comment and smiles at the chef.

"Two ham and cheese sandwiches, please."

The Chef hands over two sandwiches
Here-a yuoo gu! Bork Bork Bork!

Sonia smiles at the chef and takes the sandwiches.

"Thank you!"

Beethoven merely quirks an eyebrow at the man, then takes a bit of his sandwich.

*Hamlet slides up to the cafeteria door and peers in. More evil, evil singing food? He bumps the Swedish Chef up three places on his "to revenge upon" list.*