Designated Eating Time

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Velcume-a tu a vunderffool noo semester et Fundum Heegh! I em su ixceeted tu hefe-a yuoo beck here-a tu see me-a und my cheeckens. I hupe-a ell ooff yuoor noo clesses ere-a treeteeng yuoo vell und iff zeey eren't...hefe-a a cookeee-a!

Tudey's menoo is:
Ruest Beest sundveeches

Ceeser Seled (nu reel ceesers vere-a hoort in zee mekeeng ooff thees seled)

Putetu Suoop

Cuukeees!

Cume-a, seet und injuy yuoor loonch! Iff yuoo dun't I'll hefe-a Des Schneetzel effter yuoor ess! Bork Bork Bork

Comments

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gave John a thumbs up. "I stuck with the salad. You can't go wrong lettuce and dressing. Also? No ABBA songs either."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I'm attempting the soup," John says, sipping a spoonful. It's not bad. "If this thing makes me sings Bee Gees songs, I want you to feed me to the sea monster that lives in the sea."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Is that where the squid went to? I know it's not in the pool anymore," Marty replied. "Oh... and if you can't stop singing, Dr. Wilson was able to immobilize my vocal cords when I was doing the whole ABBA thing."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't be surprised if the squid ended up there," John says, eating some more of the soup. So far, so good. "Thing's too pesky to just go away. And he immobilized your vocal cords? How'd you communicate?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Emphatic gesturing and lots and lots of notes," Marty said with a grin.