Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
Serveo is watching him, crouching to fit under the ceiling. (Need a desc?)
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
A few of the spirit-wranglers walk in. One walks up to him and tips his hat "Twenty-five fingers of Hell's Shine if ya go it please and thank you."
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
Serveo is watching him, crouching to fit under the ceiling. (Need a desc?)
*Yes please*
The chef turns his head and smiles politely, the fish guts turning into pate and the bones being moved to a pot in the blink of an eye. "Is there anything I can get you, sir, madame, or other?"
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
Serveo is watching him, crouching to fit under the ceiling. (Need a desc?)
*Yes please*
The chef turns his head and smiles politely, the fish guts turning into pate and the bones being moved to a pot in the blink of an eye. "Is there anything I can get you, sir, madame, or other?"
It’s humanoid, but it’s about thirteen feet tall. It looks to be male. He’s a massive, silver, shining knight looking figure, except his armor looks to be some sort of boney silver exoskeleton. He has a fairly lean frame, with his exoskeleton growing excessively on his hips, chest, and soldiers, giving him spiky and pointed armor pieces of bone. It has also grown around his head like a sort of pseudo helmet with points growing out of the top like a crown. His eyes are green and illuminated, his mouth is currently covered by a silver armor piece. He’s carrying a massive sword-like weapon made of massive, swirling bones engraved with thorn patterns and vines.
“Maybe, for now. I am captivated by your skills in cooking. Where I come from, even the king’s personal chefs couldn’t hold a candle to you.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
A few of the spirit-wranglers walk in. One walks up to him and tips his hat "Twenty-five fingers of Hell's Shine if ya go it please and thank you."
"That's quite a bit. I would ask for some proof that you can handle such proof, but instead, as you likely haven't had an opportunity to get some, I will just ask to see your hands."
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
A few of the spirit-wranglers walk in. One walks up to him and tips his hat "Twenty-five fingers of Hell's Shine if ya go it please and thank you."
"That's quite a bit. I would ask for some proof that you can handle such proof, but instead, as you likely haven't had an opportunity to get some, I will just ask to see your hands."
He sighs and pulls off one of his gloves. Badly burned skin stares back at Auguste.
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
Serveo is watching him, crouching to fit under the ceiling. (Need a desc?)
*Yes please*
The chef turns his head and smiles politely, the fish guts turning into pate and the bones being moved to a pot in the blink of an eye. "Is there anything I can get you, sir, madame, or other?"
It’s humanoid, but it’s about thirteen feet tall. It looks to be male. He’s a massive, silver, shining knight looking figure, except his armor looks to be some sort of boney silver exoskeleton. He has a fairly lean frame, with his exoskeleton growing excessively on his hips, chest, and soldiers, giving him spiky and pointed armor pieces of bone. It has also grown around his head like a sort of pseudo helmet with points growing out of the top like a crown. His eyes are green and illuminated, his mouth is currently covered by a silver armor piece. He’s carrying a massive sword-like weapon made of massive, swirling bones engraved with thorn patterns and vines.
“Maybe, for now. I am captivated by your skills in cooking. Where I come from, even the king’s personal chefs couldn’t hold a candle to you.”
"I see. If you would like them to apprentice under me, I'm sure I could accept at least one. Most were not even given the chance to become as skilled as I."
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
Serveo is watching him, crouching to fit under the ceiling. (Need a desc?)
*Yes please*
The chef turns his head and smiles politely, the fish guts turning into pate and the bones being moved to a pot in the blink of an eye. "Is there anything I can get you, sir, madame, or other?"
It’s humanoid, but it’s about thirteen feet tall. It looks to be male. He’s a massive, silver, shining knight looking figure, except his armor looks to be some sort of boney silver exoskeleton. He has a fairly lean frame, with his exoskeleton growing excessively on his hips, chest, and soldiers, giving him spiky and pointed armor pieces of bone. It has also grown around his head like a sort of pseudo helmet with points growing out of the top like a crown. His eyes are green and illuminated, his mouth is currently covered by a silver armor piece. He’s carrying a massive sword-like weapon made of massive, swirling bones engraved with thorn patterns and vines.
“Maybe, for now. I am captivated by your skills in cooking. Where I come from, even the king’s personal chefs couldn’t hold a candle to you.”
"I see. If you would like them to apprentice under me, I'm sure I could accept at least one. Most were not even given the chance to become as skilled as I."
“Oh no. I’m sure The Saviour would see it as treason for his chefs to work under someone outside the kingdom.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
A few of the spirit-wranglers walk in. One walks up to him and tips his hat "Twenty-five fingers of Hell's Shine if ya go it please and thank you."
"That's quite a bit. I would ask for some proof that you can handle such proof, but instead, as you likely haven't had an opportunity to get some, I will just ask to see your hands."
He sighs and pulls off one of his gloves. Badly burned skin stares back at Auguste.
"This will do nicely." He sweeps his arm, placing several tall glasses on the bar. With a flourish, he fills them from an unsavory-looking bottle. Exactly what was requested.
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
A few of the spirit-wranglers walk in. One walks up to him and tips his hat "Twenty-five fingers of Hell's Shine if ya go it please and thank you."
"That's quite a bit. I would ask for some proof that you can handle such proof, but instead, as you likely haven't had an opportunity to get some, I will just ask to see your hands."
He sighs and pulls off one of his gloves. Badly burned skin stares back at Auguste.
"This will do nicely." He sweeps his arm, placing several tall glasses on the bar. With a flourish, he fills them from an unsavory-looking bottle. Exactly what was requested.
The masked cowboy nods "Thank you kindly. What do I owe ya?" He asks.
It’s humanoid, but it’s about thirteen feet tall. It looks to be male. He’s a massive, silver, shining knight looking figure, except his armor looks to be some sort of boney silver exoskeleton. He has a fairly lean frame, with his exoskeleton growing excessively on his hips, chest, and soldiers, giving him spiky and pointed armor pieces of bone. It has also grown around his head like a sort of pseudo helmet with points growing out of the top like a crown. His eyes are green and illuminated, his mouth is currently covered by a silver armor piece. He’s carrying a massive sword-like weapon made of massive, swirling bones engraved with thorn patterns and vines.
“Maybe, for now. I am captivated by your skills in cooking. Where I come from, even the king’s personal chefs couldn’t hold a candle to you.”
"I see. If you would like them to apprentice under me, I'm sure I could accept at least one. Most were not even given the chance to become as skilled as I."
“Oh no. I’m sure The Saviour would see it as treason for his chefs to work under someone outside the kingdom.”
"I see. That is... disheartening. I can imagine why, though. I'm just glad I'm not one of his royal chefs."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Serveo is watching him, crouching to fit under the ceiling. (Need a desc?)
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
A few of the spirit-wranglers walk in. One walks up to him and tips his hat "Twenty-five fingers of Hell's Shine if ya go it please and thank you."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yep, it's a living." He chuckles "Names Barrett. Pleasure to meet you." He tips his hat.
She kisses his forehead and smiles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(morning Lawrence)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Yes please*
The chef turns his head and smiles politely, the fish guts turning into pate and the bones being moved to a pot in the blink of an eye. "Is there anything I can get you, sir, madame, or other?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hi Moon!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(Heyo, Moon!)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
It’s humanoid, but it’s about thirteen feet tall. It looks to be male. He’s a massive, silver, shining knight looking figure, except his armor looks to be some sort of boney silver exoskeleton. He has a fairly lean frame, with his exoskeleton growing excessively on his hips, chest, and soldiers, giving him spiky and pointed armor pieces of bone. It has also grown around his head like a sort of pseudo helmet with points growing out of the top like a crown. His eyes are green and illuminated, his mouth is currently covered by a silver armor piece. He’s carrying a massive sword-like weapon made of massive, swirling bones engraved with thorn patterns and vines.
“Maybe, for now. I am captivated by your skills in cooking. Where I come from, even the king’s personal chefs couldn’t hold a candle to you.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*Tired XD*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"That's quite a bit. I would ask for some proof that you can handle such proof, but instead, as you likely haven't had an opportunity to get some, I will just ask to see your hands."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs and pulls off one of his gloves. Badly burned skin stares back at Auguste.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I see. If you would like them to apprentice under me, I'm sure I could accept at least one. Most were not even given the chance to become as skilled as I."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh no. I’m sure The Saviour would see it as treason for his chefs to work under someone outside the kingdom.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
(rip)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I'm also having to wait for an update for DBD. It is taking to long :(*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"This will do nicely." He sweeps his arm, placing several tall glasses on the bar. With a flourish, he fills them from an unsavory-looking bottle. Exactly what was requested.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The masked cowboy nods "Thank you kindly. What do I owe ya?" He asks.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I see. That is... disheartening. I can imagine why, though. I'm just glad I'm not one of his royal chefs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels