Mmm... steamed clams... OH! I mean steamed hams *drools*.
Back in the day while I watching the episode of The Simpsons called 22 Short Films About Springfield and I remembered that my all-time favourite segments of it were Principal Skinners' and Chief Wiggum's.
Ahh... Good times, good times.
Anyways... HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THIS!
Rogue stood outside of Sting's apartment and rang the doorbell. Sting, who was wearing a sky blue apron approached the door and opened it.
"Well Sting I've made it." Rogue said while holding a bottle of champagne. "Despite your directions."
"Ah Rogue welcome." Sting greeted. "I hope you're prepared for the unforgettable luncheon."
"Eh..."
The Shadow Dragon Slayer stepped in, walked to the table and put the bottle in the ice bucket before he took a seat. Sting went in the kitchen and saw smoke coming out of his oven. He gasped and quickly closed the door behind him so that Rogue wouldn't notice. He runs up to the oven, opens it and sees his roast ham not only burnt but lit on fire.
"Holy gods!" Sting said as he closed the oven and stood up with his hand on his head. "My roast is ruined!"
The White Dragon Slayer began to think what to do until he looked through his apartment window and saw a fast food restaurant that has the sign on the top saying 'Sham's' Kebab' leading him to a brilliant idea.
"But what if, I would purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking." Sting said smartly and then chuckled. "Delightfully devilish Sting."
Sting opens the window, takes off his apron and places it onto the stove. Just as he was about to go to the restaurant, Rogue came in and saw him with his leg on the opened window sill.
"Uh-!" Rogue then placed his hands on his hip and looked at Sting suspiciously.
*Music starts*
Sting Eucliffe with his crazy explanations
Rogue Cheney's gonna need his medications
When he hears Sting's lame exaggeration
There'll be trouble in town tonight
*Music ends*
"STING!" Rogue hollered.
"Rogue! Umm... I was just... Uh... Just stretching my calves on the window sill. Isometric exercise, care to join me?" Sting said.
"Why is there smoke coming out of your oven Sting?"
"Ooh that isn't smoke, it's steam. Steam from the steamed yams we're having, *Rubs belly* Mmm... Steamed yams."
Rogue then gave him another suspicious look one more time before he left the kitchen, closing the door behind him. Sting wiped a bit of sweat coming from his forehead in the relief as he climbed out of the window of his apartment and quickly ran off to Sham's Kebab.
Later...
Rogue was sitting at the table, fixing his hanker chief that he placed onto his collar. Sting came out of the kitchen with a metal tray filled with four pitta breads that each of them contains lamb doner kebab with salad and some fries to go with.
"Rogue, I hope you're ready for mouth-watering lamb doner kebabs." Sting said.
"I thought we were having steamed yams." Rogue said.
"No, no. I said steamed lambs, that's what I called lamb doner kebabs."
"You'd call lamb doner kebabs 'steamed lambs'?"
"Yes, it's uhh... A regional dialect."
"Uh huh. In what region?"
"Umm... Northern continent of Earth Land called Guiltina."
"Really? Well I'm from the Valeria Region and I've never heard anyone use the phrase steamed lambs."
"Oh not in the Valeria Region, no it's a Central Region expression."
"I see."
The Twin Dragon Slayers of Sabertooth began to eat their food and drink their champagne. Rogue then opened the top of the pitta bread and started to inspect the lamb doner kebab as he got the feeling he had tasted them before.
"You know these lamb doner kebabs are quite similar to the ones they have at Sham's Kebab." Rogue said.
"*Laughs softly* No, patented Eucliffe doner kebabs. Old family recipe." Sting said.
"For steamed lambs?"
"Yes."
"Yes and you called them steamed lambs despite the fact they are obliviously roasted."
"...Um... Ye-uh... You know the... One thing I shou... 'Cuse me for one second."
"Of course."
Sting went into the kitchen that was on fire in which Rogue is not aware of as he was still eating. The White Dragon Slayer then came out of the kitchen with a huge yawn and stretched his arms at the same time.
"Well that was wonderful. Good time was had by all I'm pooped." Sting said.
"Yes I should be- GOOD LORD WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THERE!" Rogue pointed at the fire in the kitchen with horror.
"Aurora borealis." Sting said.
"Uh... AURORA BOREALIS?! AT THIS TIME OF YEAR, AT THIS TIME OF DAY, AT THIS PART OF THE KINGDOM, LOCALIZE ENTIRELY WITHIN YOUR KITCHEN?!"
"Yes."
"... May I see it?"
"...No."
The Twins Dragons of Sabertooth then stood out of the apartment. Although, Rogue seems a bit suspicious but Sting on the other hand decided to play it cool.
"STING! THE APARTMENT IS ON FIRE!" the voice of Lector shouted.
"No Lector it's just the northern lights." Sting said.
"Well Sting you are an odd fellow but I must say." Rogue said and then smile. "You steamed a good lamb."
The Shadow Dragon Slayer then walked off from the apartment where the fire spread completely inside. Rogue then quickly turned back as the voice of Lector repeatedly cries for help. Sting on the other gave his fellow guildmate a grin and a thumbs up as he watches him go away before he quickly heads back into his apartment to deal with the fire.
Morals: Never leave your oven on with your food in for a very long time or else this will happen to your house or any other places! DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND?!
And for those who've been following me and my stories, I just want to say thank you for all your loving support. It means a lot to me honestly.
'Til then, catch y'all on the flip side!