Master Chef

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Whoops - were you looking for masturbation? ~ Tamia

“I am the master of my bait/I am the chocolate of my chip.”

~ William Ernest Henley-Regatta

Slowly forgetting the Gnu's premise, Master Chef began his descent.

I am!

'Remember the Maine!' thought the circling bats.

Down, down. And further still.

There came a small glowing point below him, which grew as he descended ever deeper. Scranton? Perhaps not.

Impatiently, Master Chef loosened his carabiner and quickly sped down until his feet touched solid rock.

There, he moved quietly toward the fiery glow.


Thoughts of unreality triggered a feeling of recollection and dread, causing him to scowl.

Suddenly, Philadelphia. Not. Again.

The balrog blazed up into huge draughts of flame as it turned on its heels to confront Master Chef.

'You bloody fucking idiot!! You call THIS stonking mess a soufflé??!'

It was good to be home. Spinning wombats, yes.

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