I have no excuses. This is just a bit of revelry. Before reading, you should have knowledge of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Look it up on Wiki, and RAmen!!
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The propetiers of Naruto's favorite noodle stand were in awe.
It wasn't that the blonde jounin was there – no, that was common enough these days with his pay. And it hadn't been his order – same as always, a super-extra-tenton-noodle… the bowl had been especially developed for him after the stand's owner had gotten tired of washing all those dishes.
No, Naruto had received his meal in all due process, the order, the licking of lips, the preparation of chopsticks, the wide grin but then… then… he'd stopped. He'd set his chopsticks down, clasped his hands, bowed his head and closed his eyes.
"Oh Flying Spaghetti Monster!" he cried out, nearly rattling the bowl against the stand's wood with the sheer volume, "May your meatballs never falter in their floating, and your eyestalks see long and wide the factories of strippers and volcanos of beer which are the kingdom of heaven! Invent in my spirit the strength of your most divine of beings, the pirate, and may your noodly appendages reach far across the world forever more! Ramen!!"
With that, Naruto began to eat, humming merrily. "Sure is good!" he commented to the stand owner, who, pale, nodded and went to the back, facing his daughter.
"Pack up," he said, "We're leaving – the world's about the end."
"What?" the girl asked, "father, why?!"
"Naruto's found religion."
"But, father, why's that bad?" the girl asked, glancing around the partition at the blonde jounin, already half-way through with his bowl.
"It's Pastafarianism," he said without looking at her.
"Oh." She paused, then turned, "I'll get the bags for the cooking supplies."
Naruto normal is frightening enough for the average Ramen stand, the man thought darkly, with the Flying Spaghetti Monster… he shook his head. They would be safe… maybe the Sound had need of a ramen vendor…
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