I'm going to hell.

Anyway! Inspired by my prof's crazy sub that preached to the class. And if you haven't heard of the World Chicken joke, do yourself a favor and google it.

I don't own anything.

In the beginning Haruka had a Mission.

The city of Tokyo was impractical and World Chickenless, and hunger ruled the land; and Haruka stood before her vacant lot.

And Haruka said: Let there be floor plans. And there were floor plans.

And Haruka saw the floor plans, that they were good; and Haruka poured foundation.

So went the first day.

And Haruka said: Let there be beams and framework for the building.

And Haruka supervised the construction workers as they built the structure of her dream. ("GET THE FUCKING FOUNDATION UP TODAY, WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR. BUILD LIKE THE WIND.")

And Haruka called the building Uranus World Chicken.

So went the second day.

And Haruka said: Let the flooring be put down and the ceiling raised. And it was so.

And Haruka admired the flooring and the canopy of her building; and Haruka saw that it was good.

And Haruka said: Let the outer walls be covered and the roof secured. And it was so. ("Can't this guy give us a break?!" the worker complained under his breath.)

And the exhausted construction workers brought forth the timber, levels, hammers and nails; and Haruka saw that it was good. ("I'm not gonna pay you for faulty work!")

So went the third day.

And Haruka said: Let there be light in Uranus World Chicken. And it was so.

And Haruka illuminated Uranus World Chicken with windows and headache-inducing florescent lights. Admiring the skeleton of her restaurant, Haruka saw that it was good.

So went the fourth day.

And Haurka ordered the completion of the interior.

And Haruka blessed her restaurant in the name of Uranus, saying: Be reasonably priced and delicious, make the world crave our World Chicken.

So went the fifth day.

And Haruka said: Let there be comforting utilities and insulation. And it was so.

And the bathroom fixtures were installed and spackle and prime covered the walls. Flawless tile sat under her boots and the kitchen ware was being brought in from the trucks. And Haruka saw that it was good.

So went the sixth day.

And finally, Haruka said: Let there be World Chicken.

And Haruka slaved tirelessly over the cut slabs of chicken. Flour flew and the gauge on the oil sat at a perfect temperature. Wiping the sweat from her brow and coating her forehead in flour, Haruka admired the World Chicken.

Golden and delicious, the World Chicken almost brought a tear to her eye.

Then the sauce was fashioned for the World Chicken.

And Haruka snapped a picture of her creations to send to Michiru, goddess of the sea and her smoking hot partner. Haruka saw that everything she had made was very good.

As Haruka sat down to enjoy her culinary creation, she saw that the atmosphere of the restaurant was unacceptable.

Haruka called upon Michiru, Princess of Haruka's heart, to paint the walls and ceiling with aesthetically pleasing greens and reds and blues. After many laborious hours, Michiru presented her design.

And Haruka saw that it was okay.

And Michiru didn't sleep with Haruka that night.

And so went the seventh day.