Nny sat chewing on a chunk of sugar cane.
"Sugar caney…"
MEAT addressed him. "Where did you get that, Nny?"
"Found it in a 24/7. It looked good, and the brainfreezie machine was broken. I took the stick of sugarness instead."
He chewed for what seemed like hours. (BAD sanitation thought there…) Finally, he started to feel the effects of a…Dun dun DUN!!!…sugar high!
"Meep! Various monkeys are eating my shorts!" Nny jumped up and ran around the room.
"Must go visit the crud people in the foodstuffs place!" Nny raced out and ran.
Later
Nny was sitting in a fancy restaurant (evilish foreshadowing…have you ever thought about all the crazy stuff that can happen when you combine a maniac and a fancy gourmet restaurant? (). He was just looking over the menu when he noticed an order of boiled squid tentacles (ooo…tentacle-y!!! Try saying that, it's fun!).
He caught the attention of a nearby waiter. "Hey, mister Squiggly Pants! I want to order the squid thingys that look all purple and rubbery. And can you NOT boil them please?"
A man sitting next to him decided to butt in. "Dude, don't be impossible. Let me order for you." He turned to the waiter.
"This guy will have the boiled squid tentacles, no butter, no salt, all egg whites, no greens in the salad, no squid and a small dash of paprika please! (try ordering THAT at your next family outing!)
Nny just stared at him.
"Alright, sir. Will you be having any REAL food tonight or would you like to continue playing games and have me throw you out?" the waiter responded.
"I WANT SQUID!!! WHY CAN'T ANYONE REALIZE THAT?!" Nny stood up on the table and shouted at the other diners, who were now staring at him.
"WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I WANT SOMETHING SPECIFIC, SOMEONE EITHER INTERFERES OR DENIES ME THE SOMETHING? WHY CAN'T THE HAIRLESS APES REALIZE THAT ALL I WANT TO DO IS CONSUME A BIOMASS THAT WILL HELP ME KEEP MY STAMINA FLOWING THROUGH MY VEINY-WAINIES?"
"Uh…" The waiter backed away.
Nny pulled out a knife. "I'll remove your drive to make me unhappy, you seething mass of foul pestilence!" Nny leaped at him.
Dragging the lifeless body into the kitchen amidst the befuddled cooks, (I just LOVE that word…befuddled!!! Yay! YOU say it! SAY IT!!!) Nny proceeded to drain the waiter's blood into a vat of strawberry ice cream (Heaven only knows why there would be an open vat of strawberry ice cream nearby…).
The blood mixed with the ice cream, making it impossible to tell if it was blood or red food coloring. Below the vat, a tube sucked out measurements of ice cream at intervals, putting a perfect little mound of the frozen dessert on a plate and sending it out into the dining room to unknowing guests.
"Hee hee…they'll all be served their server!" Nny cackled with joy.
He then went and lifted up an enormous sack of pure cane sugar and dumped every last grain of it into a pot of boiling squid tentacles. "Sugary squiddles tonight!"
One of the cooks walked up to him. "Hey dude, get the hell out of here! You're not supposed to DO that!" The cook was dead in ten seconds, and Nny was dressed in the bloodstained garb in less that two. He killed all of the chefs and waiters in the place, who had come in to hinder him. Nny walked out to the dining room. He then proceeded to go to all the doors leading outside and use a flame-thrower to fuse the metal together, keeping all the guest locked inside. (And why the hell would a flame- thrower be handy? BECAUSE IT'S MY FIC!!! THAT'S WHY!!!) Then, he went - and using a knife to threaten people to stay still - he tied them to their chairs. Nny stood up on the nearest table.
"The kitchen is under NEW management! In fact, so is the whole damn restaurant. You may now refer to it as, Chef Nny's!"
"Sugar caney…"
MEAT addressed him. "Where did you get that, Nny?"
"Found it in a 24/7. It looked good, and the brainfreezie machine was broken. I took the stick of sugarness instead."
He chewed for what seemed like hours. (BAD sanitation thought there…) Finally, he started to feel the effects of a…Dun dun DUN!!!…sugar high!
"Meep! Various monkeys are eating my shorts!" Nny jumped up and ran around the room.
"Must go visit the crud people in the foodstuffs place!" Nny raced out and ran.
Later
Nny was sitting in a fancy restaurant (evilish foreshadowing…have you ever thought about all the crazy stuff that can happen when you combine a maniac and a fancy gourmet restaurant? (). He was just looking over the menu when he noticed an order of boiled squid tentacles (ooo…tentacle-y!!! Try saying that, it's fun!).
He caught the attention of a nearby waiter. "Hey, mister Squiggly Pants! I want to order the squid thingys that look all purple and rubbery. And can you NOT boil them please?"
A man sitting next to him decided to butt in. "Dude, don't be impossible. Let me order for you." He turned to the waiter.
"This guy will have the boiled squid tentacles, no butter, no salt, all egg whites, no greens in the salad, no squid and a small dash of paprika please! (try ordering THAT at your next family outing!)
Nny just stared at him.
"Alright, sir. Will you be having any REAL food tonight or would you like to continue playing games and have me throw you out?" the waiter responded.
"I WANT SQUID!!! WHY CAN'T ANYONE REALIZE THAT?!" Nny stood up on the table and shouted at the other diners, who were now staring at him.
"WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I WANT SOMETHING SPECIFIC, SOMEONE EITHER INTERFERES OR DENIES ME THE SOMETHING? WHY CAN'T THE HAIRLESS APES REALIZE THAT ALL I WANT TO DO IS CONSUME A BIOMASS THAT WILL HELP ME KEEP MY STAMINA FLOWING THROUGH MY VEINY-WAINIES?"
"Uh…" The waiter backed away.
Nny pulled out a knife. "I'll remove your drive to make me unhappy, you seething mass of foul pestilence!" Nny leaped at him.
Dragging the lifeless body into the kitchen amidst the befuddled cooks, (I just LOVE that word…befuddled!!! Yay! YOU say it! SAY IT!!!) Nny proceeded to drain the waiter's blood into a vat of strawberry ice cream (Heaven only knows why there would be an open vat of strawberry ice cream nearby…).
The blood mixed with the ice cream, making it impossible to tell if it was blood or red food coloring. Below the vat, a tube sucked out measurements of ice cream at intervals, putting a perfect little mound of the frozen dessert on a plate and sending it out into the dining room to unknowing guests.
"Hee hee…they'll all be served their server!" Nny cackled with joy.
He then went and lifted up an enormous sack of pure cane sugar and dumped every last grain of it into a pot of boiling squid tentacles. "Sugary squiddles tonight!"
One of the cooks walked up to him. "Hey dude, get the hell out of here! You're not supposed to DO that!" The cook was dead in ten seconds, and Nny was dressed in the bloodstained garb in less that two. He killed all of the chefs and waiters in the place, who had come in to hinder him. Nny walked out to the dining room. He then proceeded to go to all the doors leading outside and use a flame-thrower to fuse the metal together, keeping all the guest locked inside. (And why the hell would a flame- thrower be handy? BECAUSE IT'S MY FIC!!! THAT'S WHY!!!) Then, he went - and using a knife to threaten people to stay still - he tied them to their chairs. Nny stood up on the nearest table.
"The kitchen is under NEW management! In fact, so is the whole damn restaurant. You may now refer to it as, Chef Nny's!"