ill throw mustard in your face.
My big bottle of catsup will cover your face
those onions were born bad.
the only place that katsup is going is in the trash where it belongs. just like your taste in food.
My bad taste I ain’t the one who loves pizza hut.
pizza hut is miles better than that warm sponge with sauce and cheese you call chicago deep garbage.
‘We’re off to paint…paint…paint’
throws a paintbrush at Bread, and laughs while gray paint goes everywhere
I heard an orgre name shrek say that too
Aye, that was a worldly ogre indeed
You gotta have some good iteration of deep dish to appreciate it
I’ve always enjoyed this when I’ve had it:
is there a difference tho
/eats a giant steamed scorpion claw loudly
At the next table a giant scorpion eats a steamed human hunter loudly.
mind your manners!
AND GET YOUR ELBOWS OFF THE TABLE
The cycle of life can be cruel
/at a far end table a dwarf is eating a roasted dracthyr
Make me!
/eats the food ravenously
what does that have to do with wiggling
You look again there both drinking while they watch the eating match .
This place can be like jazz. Off melody, behind the notes, not what’s expected. Improvised.
Waggling - or wiggling - can be subtle
idea /10char
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