Lunch

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Yuoo hefe-a mede-a it thruoogh zee veek my leettle-a doompleengs. Cungretooleshuns!

Tudey's Menoo is:

Cheeckee-a in da beskee-a!

The Chef takes one of his chickens (named Gloria) and tosses her into the basketball hoop he has placed in the cafeteria. He obviously scores since he has been doing this since the seventies.

French Freees

Tacu Seled

S'mures!

Comments

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo raises an eyebrow and laughs. "Yeah, it must have just been an isolated outbreak."

"Yeah, I kinda feel bad for the little suckers. Nasty bites, but that sure ain't their fault, just for gettin' spooked an' all. I get what ya mean, it'll definitely just piss 'em off more." He grins.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Which could be bad," she says about to take a sip of her drink. "Unless you're not in the building when the biting goes down but are around for the aftermath... Then maybe, not so bad." She holds her drink out to Duo in a toasting gesture, "Here's hopping everybody is in the right place at the right time."

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo grins and nods. "Agreed! 'Cause some people around here really need that gremlin bite, if ya catch my drift!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Consider it caught." *sip*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo laughs. "Seriously, gettin' Hamlet to play pillow fort was the best. Plus the food fight that came after was a big selling point!"