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The Swedish Chef and Das Schnitzel walk into the cafeteria. They both look extremely pleased with themselves.

Ve-a hefe-a sumetheeng fery speceeel fur yuoo tudey! Nu zee fuud vun't meke-a yuoo seeng boot yuoo veell seeng unyveys!


Furst theengs furst, zee menoo fur tudey!

-Cheeseboorger, Cheeseboorger, Cheeseboorger

-French Freees

-Meelkshekes (Ledeees, zeey breeng ell zee buys tu zee yerd.)

-Ooneeun Reengs


Tudey iff yuoo sing me-a und Des Schneetzel a sung yuoo hefe-a zee chunce-a tu veen a deeeliciuus ceke-a und be-a crooned Keeng oor Qooeen ooff zee ceffetereea! Theenk ooff it es Emereecun Idul boot yuoo veen a ceke-a insteed ooff a short leefed mooseecel cereer.

Yuoo cun seeng in peurs, yuoo cun gu sulu boot yuoo moost geefe-a it ell yuoo gut! Oonly oone-a ect veell be-a peecked. Thees is yuoor chunce-a fur iternel glury! Bork Bork Bork!

Es a vey tu stert yuoo ooffff, Des Schneetzel und I veell seeng a sung. It is frum zee vunderffool doou, Sunny und Cher!

Das Schnitzel is now wearing a long, black wig. There are two microphones and a elevated stage in the cafeteria. Her and the Chef take their places.



Das Schintzel: They say we're young and we don't know We won't find out until we grow.
Chef: Vell I dun't knoo iff ell thet's trooe-a 'Coose-a yuoo gut me-a, und beby I gut yuoo.

Chef: Bebe-a
Both I got you babe I got you babe/I gut yuoo bebe-a I gut yuoo bebe-a

Das: They say our love won't pay the rent. Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
Chef: I gooess thet's su, ve-a dun't hefe-a a put. Boot et leest I'm soore-a ooff ell zee theengs ve-a gut.

Chef: Bebe-a
Both I got you babe I got you babe/I gut yuoo bebe-a I gut yuoo bebe-a

Chef: I gut flooers in zee spreeng. I gut yuoo tu veer my reeng.
Das: And when I'm sad, you're a clown. And if I get scared, you're always around. So let them say your hair's too long. 'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
Chef: Zeen poot yuoor leettle-a hund in meene-a Zeere-a eeen't nu heell oor muoonteeen ve-a cun't cleemb.

Chef: Bebe-a
Both I got you babe I got you babe/I gut yuoo bebe-a I gut yuoo bebe-a

Chef: I gut yuoo tu huld my hund.
Das: I got you to understand.
Chef: I gut yuoo tu velk veet me-a.
Das: I got you to talk with me.
Chef: I gut yuoo tu keess guudneeght.
Das: I got you to hold me tight.
Chef: I gut yuoo, I vun't let gu.
Das: I got you to love me so.


I gut yuoo bebe-a
I gut yuoo bebe-a
I gut yuoo bebe-a
I gut yuoo bebe-aaaaaaaaaaaaaa



I veell unnuoonce-a zee veenner tumurroo. Guud loock leettle-a oones! Mey zee best mun oor vumun veen! Bork Bork Bork!

((I started two threads, one for people competing and another for people who just want the cafeteria food...yeah, like that'll happen.))

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Re: Compete

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[managing to be the coolest geek on campus, Shep ambles into the cafeteria - as much as one can amble on crutches - and begins to air guitar, while his iPod can be heard through his headphones by anyone within ten feet or so...]

GREEN DAY LYRICS

"American Idiot"

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue...


And can I get a cheeseburger (no onions, extra pickles), fries and a chocolate shake (with a cap, 'cause carrying this stuff on crutches is a bitch)?

Re: Compete

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"Vunderffool! Here's yuoor fuud yuoong creeppled mun! Bork Bork Bork!"

Re: Compete

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[gives the Chef a smirk as he takes his food]

Sure, sure, pick on the handicapped. ;)