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entranceway2015-02-04 12:00 am
wordvomit) wrote in entranceway2015-02-04 12:00 am
6th BORK: | video | VURT DA FURK
[What's that jaunty tune making its way through the tinny speakers on your communicator? Why, it's a charming polka accompanying the nonsensical humming of the one and only Swedish Sweet-ish Chef!]
Herm dee derm dee dee, bee yung ga durka dur, ye-oh gooday on gorp fum bork bork bork!
[Considerably shorter than his usual six-feet-and-four-inches, felted fingers slipping on slick metal utensils as they fly out of his hands and across the room, thePie Maker Sweet-ish Chef find himself...frustrated, even as his toque bounces in a most delightfully charming fashion. His work is worthwhile and he has long-since abandoned stainless steel for wooden implements while attempting to mix a pie filling, productivity cut in half no thanks to the event.]
Hrrmmm. Herty der flerty floopin. I shmer der floompty...hoon chocolate mousse!
[Perhaps the most annoying part of this experience outside of having little control over his limbs is the constant compulsion to talk when everything that he says makes absolutely no sense.]
Lee me shur hurr de chocolate- [Watch his dexterity as he carefully grips the dish of thick, rich chocolate, spooning it into a large bowl!] -und der handee mit on de hue- [Admire his prowess with the spatula as he flings it across the kitchen as soon as he's done with it!] -list andee hun derfa badiska doo! Now, fer doo mousse!
[See him turn to fetch- oh, no, that's a real goddamn moose he's trying to put into a pie.
Okay.]
Herm dee derm dee dee, bee yung ga durka dur, ye-oh gooday on gorp fum bork bork bork!
[Considerably shorter than his usual six-feet-and-four-inches, felted fingers slipping on slick metal utensils as they fly out of his hands and across the room, the
Hrrmmm. Herty der flerty floopin. I shmer der floompty...hoon chocolate mousse!
[Perhaps the most annoying part of this experience outside of having little control over his limbs is the constant compulsion to talk when everything that he says makes absolutely no sense.]
Lee me shur hurr de chocolate- [Watch his dexterity as he carefully grips the dish of thick, rich chocolate, spooning it into a large bowl!] -und der handee mit on de hue- [Admire his prowess with the spatula as he flings it across the kitchen as soon as he's done with it!] -list andee hun derfa badiska doo! Now, fer doo mousse!
[See him turn to fetch- oh, no, that's a real goddamn moose he's trying to put into a pie.
Okay.]
I REFUSE
He's in hell.
It's real and he's in it. ]
Right, this was all very enlightening.