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The Chef comes in dressed like Crocodile Dundee. He's got a bowie knife in a holster on his side. If you're real nice he'll do the "You call that a knife? That's a knife." scene for you. Das Schnitzel is wearing that badass bathing suit that Linda Kozlawski wore. Oh yeah, 80's thong baby.


Tudey fur loonch ve-a ere-a tekeeng yuoo tu zee lund doon under! Nut leeke-a thet yuoo perferted teenegers.

-Ruest Velleby (Seede-a ooff Steer und Toortle)

-Bluumeen' Ooneeun

-Shreemp oon zee Berbeee-a oor Ken

-Nun Elcuhuleec Fosters (wink wink)

-Kungeruu Pieee


Hefe-a a bonzer dey yuoo leettle-a sheeelas und...vhetefer zeey cell zee buys. I furget vhet it said oon zee bethruum duur et Ooootbeck Steekhuoose-a. Bork Bork Bork!

((OOC: Sorry for the lateness. I got caught spaz dancing to Men at Work by my roommate and I had to explain myself.))

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander enters the cafeteria with likeguidelines, a music-class-issued tape recorder in his hand, though not turned on.

He approaches the chef, then looks down at the available menu. On one hand, cafeteria food. From the only cafeteria in the world scarier than Sunnydale's. On the other, it never hurts to suck up be nice to people when you're asking them for a favor.

"I'll have. Um. The bloomin' onion, I guess." He chooses the one that sounds the safest. Also, the one that sounds the most like he actually understood the words. "Hey Chef, while we're here, we were wondering if you'd like to help us with a music project?"

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The Chef hands Xander a plate of bloomin' onion.

"I veell be-a gled tu help yuoo! Vhet du I need tu du?"

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Barbossa looked to Xander. "We were discussin' the sounds we hear around campus and it jes isn't Fandom High without yer cheerful bork bork borkin'." He pointed at the recording device. "We'd be obliged if ye could give one fer our project."

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"I veell be-a hunured tu! Unytheeng fur zee stoodents." The Chef clears his throat for a second. Das Schnitzel rolls her eyes.

"Bork Bork Bork!"

He laughs heartily and then turns to Barbossa to say "I moost sey I em a fan ooff zee vey yuoo dress."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander thumbs on the recorder in time to get the last two borks. And two borks in the hand is better than three in the...uh. Something.

He glances at Barbossa, and grins. "Yeah, he's very swashy. And not entirely unbuckled."

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"Thar be problems when ye become unbuckled at this school. I be in Ash's art class. Believe me, I be knowin' what I be speakin' of. Thar not be enough rum in the world t'rid me of that imagery."

He bowed at the Chef. "Thank ye fer the compliments, though. And fer the help on the assignment."

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"It's nu prublem. Unytheeng tu help zee stoodents."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nods his thanks to the Chef as well, and takes a bite of his blooming onion. It's... surprisingly non-fatal. And doesn't even turn his tongue purple.

He shakes it into a to-go container, and raises an eyebrow to Barbossa. "We want to try Locker 327 now? From... a really safe distance?"

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"That be soundin' like a mighty fine plan t'me."

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