Pyro takes his hand at cooking breakfast. Very short, pretty much pointless, written out of pure boredom, then again… what is humour if not that? Please R&R. And of course enjoy……………..
A solitary kitchen. A stove, a table, a refrigerator, the works. Everything one would need to make food. One would think. Pyro however, doesn't. That's why we all love him.
He sits in a wooden chair next to the stove. Patiently waiting, hoping, for a miracle.
"Come on…" He mutters to a pot filled with water beside him on the stove, "Come on……." A bit less patiently he murmurs again.
The chair from under him flips up as Pyro jumps to his feet in rage, "'OW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO BOIL A FRICKIN' POT 'A WATEH!"
With a quick twist of his wrist, the flames form the stove shoot up and engulf the pot of water. A moderate explosion proceeds.
"Damn." Pyro bats at the smoke.
Gambit walks in to the smoke swarming upwards from the stove, "What are you doing?" he asked impassively.
"Tryin' to boil wateh…" He grumbles through his teeth.
"Yeh started at eleven 'clock"
Pyro blinks, "So…?"
"Its one 'clock"
Pyro blinks again.
"That's two 'ours ago John."
"Oh."
"John…"
"Yeah?"
"Yeh suck at cookin'."
Pyro made a face, "Yeah well, ya know wut?" He spat, taking an egg in one hand and holding it up in the air, "I's not as easy as i' looks!"
And with such grace did he then drop the egg into the boiling pot of water.
"Damn."
Followed by another explosion.
Gambit sighed, "Mmm hmm…"
Pyro gazed down at his arm in amazement, "Ow… I…. I think I burned myself."
Later…
The kitchen had been deserted hours later. Pyro had given up cooking breakfast for the Acolytes, much to their request. Now only Gambit had been left in the kitchen, knowing on a raw piece of bacon.
Pyro walks in.
"Hey mate, yeah want me the cook that for yeh?"
Gambit paused for a moment, "Idiot." And returned to his cold bacon.
Like I said, complete bordum created this. I was only the victim. Bwa ha ha. Anyhoo... please review.