Then take the laptop out of your soup, you don't need to have it there.
waiter, theres a pencil in my soup!
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Shhh! Pocket it.. it can be used as a stabbing tool.
Waiter, there's a neuron in my soup.
you can call me Blue~ "No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool." -from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S. Eliot my lair
Oh.. Try poking. Maybe it will run away! ___ Waiter! There's a printer in my soup!
Hey old man, rest your head, you're breaking down inside Armour's cracked Set to collapse Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering It is not enough To save the day --- Eternal fangirl. Butlers for the Crawley estate on weekends, idly throws staplers out windows in free time, spies on 221B, stows away on the TARDIS, hunts the worlds' daemons, practises magic in Camelot, and mostly just appreciates Martin Freeman.
Oh. -Pokeths.- Er. . . I don't know how he got in there. . ____ Waiter, the milkman is in my soup! And he's drinking all my soup!
Hey old man, rest your head, you're breaking down inside Armour's cracked Set to collapse Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering It is not enough To save the day --- Eternal fangirl. Butlers for the Crawley estate on weekends, idly throws staplers out windows in free time, spies on 221B, stows away on the TARDIS, hunts the worlds' daemons, practises magic in Camelot, and mostly just appreciates Martin Freeman.
Oh, I Milkman, you say? Err... Perhaps he's just taking a swim. Remind him of the times when the pool--I mean, your soup--is available for swimming in.
Waiter! There's a raincloud in my soup! -Thoroughly disgusted-
There's a what? -Hides under table.- Sounds dangerous. _____ Waiter! There's a fluffy bunny in my soup!
Hey old man, rest your head, you're breaking down inside Armour's cracked Set to collapse Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering It is not enough To save the day --- Eternal fangirl. Butlers for the Crawley estate on weekends, idly throws staplers out windows in free time, spies on 221B, stows away on the TARDIS, hunts the worlds' daemons, practises magic in Camelot, and mostly just appreciates Martin Freeman.