by Ulysses » Mon Apr 25, 2011 6:55 am
Bardroy whipped out his newest M2A1-7 flamethrower model. He kissed the barrel lightly, chuckling to himself. His eyes gleamed with barely concealed glee. "The young master will most definitely enjoy my Lobster Fra Diavolo. I was always best at Flambe dishes." Bard ripped the machine into life, and started to slowly roast the lobster he'd laid on a single white porcelain dish. The flames began to emit from the barrel faster and faster, eventually roaring into a blazing inferno. "WOOHOO!!! Art is explosion!!! This is beauty in its very creation!!!" Bard danced devilishly around the flames until the flamethrower malfunctioned, and burst into several large, flaming hunks of metal. Bard shrugged, and grabbed the porcelain plate, which was remarkably untouched by the flames that had scorched the lobster. The crustacean, however, had seen better days, and was a piece of ash and charred shell. The demi-chef beamed happily. "Bardroy, you have outdone yourself. The lobster is perfectly seared." Bard began to gamble up the stairs to the library, where he had heard from Mey Rin that his young master was reading. "I must brighten my young master's day with this brilliance!"
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Ulysses on Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:03 am, edited 1 time in total.

I keep six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Were and When
And How and Why and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
And after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small~
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!
-Rudyard Kipling