An hour before dinner...
"What?" Boss shouted at Mike. "You don't want me there! Heck, I should be in a mess hall!" "But this isn't a mess hall," Mike retorted. "This is where Stella and I eat our meals. Be grateful I'm not about to shoot you." "I'm not going to eat in the same room as you," he feuded. "I'll throw up! Not that I wouldn't right now!"
Soon, Mike got tired of feuding with him. Boss hadn't had a bath in almost two weeks and he needed one. Especially before Mike ate in the same room as him. "Kid, you're gonna need a bath before I eat in the same room as you," Mike acknowledged and Boss turned pale at the comment. "How am I to?" he shouted. "I don't have a dern bath and I don't want a dern bath!" "Use mine!" Mike shouted back. "I'm not letting Stella around you if smell putrid!" "I don't give it!" Boss feuded louder. "Who wants a bath anyway?!"
Pretty soon, Mike was pulling him to his bathroom. "You're gonna take one if it's the last thing I do!" he shouted. "Ugh," he muttered. "Do you even know how to take a bath?" Mike asked. "Or do you just do it in a shallow and non-rapid part of the river?" "The river thing," Boss replied proudly. Mike sighed and showed him the faucet and how to turn it on. "How do you know if it's too hot?" he asked. Mike did the grin and thought an evil thought. "I'll do that," he retorted and raised the temperature.
After about ten minutes, the bath was at a high level. "Are you sure it doesn't bite?" Boss asked. "I'm dumb sure," Mike yelled. "Don't look," Boss mumbled. "Who said I couldn't?" he questioned rudely. "Heck, don't you understand?" he feuded. "I do as much as you do," Mike remarked. After a few grumbles, Boss got in and there was nothing but a loud screech of pain that could bust anyone's eardrums.
"It's HOT!!!" Boss shouted in pain. "Why did you do THIS TO ME?!" "Heh," Mike snickered as he saw him fly. "I told you to take a bath, and you're gonna take it." "Heck no!" Boss feuded. "You did this on purpose!" "Who's to blame?" Mike boomed. "YOU!!!" he yelled. He was sprawled above the surface of the water and holding onto the edge to keep from falling in. Mike got angered and stepped on top of him. Boss thought of this and said, "You know, if I fall, you do, too, along with me." Mike hadn't realized that would happen because he had just made Boss fall.
The room was covered in hot, steaming water. Boss had the worst damage, but his feet weren't bad. That was Mike's problem. His feet had been burnt by his own harmless trick. "Don't worry about it," Boss said, "I got sunburn bad in the summer last year. You probably have people carry you around when the ground burns like fire."
After that was taken care of, the two trudged to the dining room. Stella was obviously in a good mood because she was practically dancing around when she was setting the table. Mike was looking around the door. "Look at her," he mumbled. "She's as beautiful as anything on four wheels, like my Lamborgini."
Stella came to the door and they came in. Mike knew what to do, but Boss hadn't done such a thing. "You just sit down and wait to get your food," Stella explained. "I serve. You just wait, unlike what you're used to doing most of the time. You serve the Ham-Hams?" "I guess," he muttered wishing she wouldn't talk about them in front of him.
He looked around. There were funny-looking pointed objects around a big round thing. Boss was a little embarrassed not knowing what they were. There was also a big, folded, cloth material. There was a thing that was a rounded thing with a handle. Boss picked up the big circular thing in the middle and tried to bite it, but it was too hard. Mike noticed and laughed, "You don't know what utensils or plates are?!" "What the heck? I've never heard the word or seen these thingamajigs!" Boss feuded. Stella came out of the separate kitchen and said to Mike, "I'll teach him."
"So, this is a spoon," Stella explained. It was the rounded thing with the handle. Stella continued, "This is a knife. You only use it when you want to cut food, like meat and baked and sweet potatoes. A fork is used to put into the food and pick it up that way. If it's something like mashed potatoes or soup, you use a spoon since it has no spaces. A napkin you put in your lap so no messy foods get all over you. A plate is used for having your food on. There are also bread plates, but they're smaller. And bowls are hollow and it's rounded. You keep soup in it." "I'm sorry," Boss mumbled, "I know what baked potatoes and bread is, but what are the rest?" "Soup is a liquid," Stella continued and made another lecture about the different kinds of food.
"What?" Boss shouted at Mike. "You don't want me there! Heck, I should be in a mess hall!" "But this isn't a mess hall," Mike retorted. "This is where Stella and I eat our meals. Be grateful I'm not about to shoot you." "I'm not going to eat in the same room as you," he feuded. "I'll throw up! Not that I wouldn't right now!"
Soon, Mike got tired of feuding with him. Boss hadn't had a bath in almost two weeks and he needed one. Especially before Mike ate in the same room as him. "Kid, you're gonna need a bath before I eat in the same room as you," Mike acknowledged and Boss turned pale at the comment. "How am I to?" he shouted. "I don't have a dern bath and I don't want a dern bath!" "Use mine!" Mike shouted back. "I'm not letting Stella around you if smell putrid!" "I don't give it!" Boss feuded louder. "Who wants a bath anyway?!"
Pretty soon, Mike was pulling him to his bathroom. "You're gonna take one if it's the last thing I do!" he shouted. "Ugh," he muttered. "Do you even know how to take a bath?" Mike asked. "Or do you just do it in a shallow and non-rapid part of the river?" "The river thing," Boss replied proudly. Mike sighed and showed him the faucet and how to turn it on. "How do you know if it's too hot?" he asked. Mike did the grin and thought an evil thought. "I'll do that," he retorted and raised the temperature.
After about ten minutes, the bath was at a high level. "Are you sure it doesn't bite?" Boss asked. "I'm dumb sure," Mike yelled. "Don't look," Boss mumbled. "Who said I couldn't?" he questioned rudely. "Heck, don't you understand?" he feuded. "I do as much as you do," Mike remarked. After a few grumbles, Boss got in and there was nothing but a loud screech of pain that could bust anyone's eardrums.
"It's HOT!!!" Boss shouted in pain. "Why did you do THIS TO ME?!" "Heh," Mike snickered as he saw him fly. "I told you to take a bath, and you're gonna take it." "Heck no!" Boss feuded. "You did this on purpose!" "Who's to blame?" Mike boomed. "YOU!!!" he yelled. He was sprawled above the surface of the water and holding onto the edge to keep from falling in. Mike got angered and stepped on top of him. Boss thought of this and said, "You know, if I fall, you do, too, along with me." Mike hadn't realized that would happen because he had just made Boss fall.
The room was covered in hot, steaming water. Boss had the worst damage, but his feet weren't bad. That was Mike's problem. His feet had been burnt by his own harmless trick. "Don't worry about it," Boss said, "I got sunburn bad in the summer last year. You probably have people carry you around when the ground burns like fire."
After that was taken care of, the two trudged to the dining room. Stella was obviously in a good mood because she was practically dancing around when she was setting the table. Mike was looking around the door. "Look at her," he mumbled. "She's as beautiful as anything on four wheels, like my Lamborgini."
Stella came to the door and they came in. Mike knew what to do, but Boss hadn't done such a thing. "You just sit down and wait to get your food," Stella explained. "I serve. You just wait, unlike what you're used to doing most of the time. You serve the Ham-Hams?" "I guess," he muttered wishing she wouldn't talk about them in front of him.
He looked around. There were funny-looking pointed objects around a big round thing. Boss was a little embarrassed not knowing what they were. There was also a big, folded, cloth material. There was a thing that was a rounded thing with a handle. Boss picked up the big circular thing in the middle and tried to bite it, but it was too hard. Mike noticed and laughed, "You don't know what utensils or plates are?!" "What the heck? I've never heard the word or seen these thingamajigs!" Boss feuded. Stella came out of the separate kitchen and said to Mike, "I'll teach him."
"So, this is a spoon," Stella explained. It was the rounded thing with the handle. Stella continued, "This is a knife. You only use it when you want to cut food, like meat and baked and sweet potatoes. A fork is used to put into the food and pick it up that way. If it's something like mashed potatoes or soup, you use a spoon since it has no spaces. A napkin you put in your lap so no messy foods get all over you. A plate is used for having your food on. There are also bread plates, but they're smaller. And bowls are hollow and it's rounded. You keep soup in it." "I'm sorry," Boss mumbled, "I know what baked potatoes and bread is, but what are the rest?" "Soup is a liquid," Stella continued and made another lecture about the different kinds of food.