"Not in a long time, and certainly not like you can." The head chef makes no unnecessary movement, and he speaks with a calm, almost cold tone, his voice level and gentle.
"We're here." The Whalebone is a restaurant designed to look like it was built around a whale's skeleton. All the furniture and decorations have their geometry altered to fit the shape of the building.
"You ought to try it again. Sure is a great time."
He heads right to the bar and sets his elbows up on the counter. His fingers drum out a beat on the counter as he looks over the menu, "You know what's good?"
"I know what's best. There are a couple of off-menu items that you might enjoy. First, though, any food allergies or dietary restrictions?" He pulls out a notepad, and the barkeep and waiters stand at attention.
He slaps his menu closed onto the table, "No restrictions, I'm up for just about anything. Give me something new, something I ain't never tried before!"
"You ought to try it again. Sure is a great time."
He heads right to the bar and sets his elbows up on the counter. His fingers drum out a beat on the counter as he looks over the menu, "You know what's good?"
"I know what's best. There are a couple of off-menu items that you might enjoy. First, though, any food allergies or dietary restrictions?" He pulls out a notepad, and the barkeep and waiters stand at attention.
He slaps his menu closed onto the table, "No restrictions, I'm up for just about anything. Give me something new, something I ain't never tried before!"
The mask smiles. "Chefs, bring him the Redlight Special." The barkeep freezes for a moment, as if about to question the Chef, before ducking behind into the kitchen.
"This is normally only for special occasions. He happen to have several sea monsters butchered in the meat locker, along with some deep-sea insects and shadowy spirits for seasoning."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You ought to try it again. Sure is a great time."
He heads right to the bar and sets his elbows up on the counter. His fingers drum out a beat on the counter as he looks over the menu, "You know what's good?"
"I know what's best. There are a couple of off-menu items that you might enjoy. First, though, any food allergies or dietary restrictions?" He pulls out a notepad, and the barkeep and waiters stand at attention.
He slaps his menu closed onto the table, "No restrictions, I'm up for just about anything. Give me something new, something I ain't never tried before!"
The mask smiles. "Chefs, bring him the Redlight Special." The barkeep freezes for a moment, as if about to question the Chef, before ducking behind into the kitchen.
"This is normally only for special occasions. He happen to have several sea monsters butchered in the meat locker, along with some deep-sea insects and shadowy spirits for seasoning."
"Sea monsters and spirits, eh? Sounds delicious," He laughs. "Every day's a special occasion!" He then turns his lively gaze on your odd form, "Say, ain't a chef supposed to be fat?"
The mask smiles. "Chefs, bring him the Redlight Special." The barkeep freezes for a moment, as if about to question the Chef, before ducking behind into the kitchen.
"This is normally only for special occasions. He happen to have several sea monsters butchered in the meat locker, along with some deep-sea insects and shadowy spirits for seasoning."
"Sea monsters and spirits, eh? Sounds delicious," He laughs. "Every day's a special occasion!" He then turns his lively gaze on your odd form, "Say, ain't a chef supposed to be fat?"
"I'm unusual in more ways than that. My mother was a sea demon, you see."
The chefs come out with a huge platter piled high with strange sealife, delicately arranged and drizzled with ethereal shadows, which is also served as a dipping sauce. The barkeep bows and steps back.
The Head Chef turns back to the man. "And to drink?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The mask smiles. "Chefs, bring him the Redlight Special." The barkeep freezes for a moment, as if about to question the Chef, before ducking behind into the kitchen.
"This is normally only for special occasions. He happen to have several sea monsters butchered in the meat locker, along with some deep-sea insects and shadowy spirits for seasoning."
"Sea monsters and spirits, eh? Sounds delicious," He laughs. "Every day's a special occasion!" He then turns his lively gaze on your odd form, "Say, ain't a chef supposed to be fat?"
"I'm unusual in more ways than that. My mother was a sea demon, you see."
The chefs come out with a huge platter piled high with strange sealife, delicately arranged and drizzled with ethereal shadows, which is also served as a dipping sauce. The barkeep bows and steps back.
The Head Chef turns back to the man. "And to drink?"
A look of shocked amusement is painted across his face, "A sea demon? Is that what you have under that mask of yours? A fish face? If you don't mind me asking, who was the daddy?"
"Some whiskey would be fine." He says distractedly as his hungry eyes wash over the meal.
"I'm unusual in more ways than that. My mother was a sea demon, you see."
The chefs come out with a huge platter piled high with strange sealife, delicately arranged and drizzled with ethereal shadows, which is also served as a dipping sauce. The barkeep bows and steps back.
The Head Chef turns back to the man. "And to drink?"
A look of shocked amusement is painted across his face, "A sea demon? Is that what you have under that mask of yours? A fish face? If you don't mind me asking, who was the daddy?"
"Some whiskey would be fine." He says distractedly as his hungry eyes wash over the meal.
"Daddy was a blacksmith. He made the hooks that caught my mother, so he claimed her as property."
The barkeep nods and passes him a glass of whiskey with large, cold, cubic stones in it in place of ice.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm unusual in more ways than that. My mother was a sea demon, you see."
The chefs come out with a huge platter piled high with strange sealife, delicately arranged and drizzled with ethereal shadows, which is also served as a dipping sauce. The barkeep bows and steps back.
The Head Chef turns back to the man. "And to drink?"
A look of shocked amusement is painted across his face, "A sea demon? Is that what you have under that mask of yours? A fish face? If you don't mind me asking, who was the daddy?"
"Some whiskey would be fine." He says distractedly as his hungry eyes wash over the meal.
"Daddy was a blacksmith. He made the hooks that caught my mother, so he claimed her as property."
The barkeep nods and passes him a glass of whiskey with large, cold, cubic stones in it in place of ice.
"Now that's," he says taking a swig, "Downright awf - yeeouch!" He screams as he spits the stone out onto the table.
"I'm unusual in more ways than that. My mother was a sea demon, you see."
The chefs come out with a huge platter piled high with strange sealife, delicately arranged and drizzled with ethereal shadows, which is also served as a dipping sauce. The barkeep bows and steps back.
The Head Chef turns back to the man. "And to drink?"
A look of shocked amusement is painted across his face, "A sea demon? Is that what you have under that mask of yours? A fish face? If you don't mind me asking, who was the daddy?"
"Some whiskey would be fine." He says distractedly as his hungry eyes wash over the meal.
"Daddy was a blacksmith. He made the hooks that caught my mother, so he claimed her as property."
The barkeep nods and passes him a glass of whiskey with large, cold, cubic stones in it in place of ice.
"Now that's," he says taking a swig, "Downright awf - yeeouch!" He screams as he spits the stone out onto the table.
"They're meant to keep your drink cold, not to be eaten." He picks it up with a napkin.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A group of three men rush out of a building, they all are wearing identical outfits
A tall, thin old lady (like 7 feet tall) is watching them from a table, sipping tea. Her nails seem to be made of iron and she’s wearing a blue dress with sunflower patterns.
One man doubles over coughing then soon collapses to the ground, seeming to almost melt. One of the other two goes to help him but soon succumbs to the same effects. The third one backs off.
One man doubles over coughing then soon collapses to the ground, seeming to almost melt. One of the other two goes to help him but soon succumbs to the same effects. The third one backs off.
Several guests begin to panic and run, and a couple of magically warded janitors rush to clean up the mess.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm unusual in more ways than that. My mother was a sea demon, you see."
The chefs come out with a huge platter piled high with strange sealife, delicately arranged and drizzled with ethereal shadows, which is also served as a dipping sauce. The barkeep bows and steps back.
The Head Chef turns back to the man. "And to drink?"
A look of shocked amusement is painted across his face, "A sea demon? Is that what you have under that mask of yours? A fish face? If you don't mind me asking, who was the daddy?"
"Some whiskey would be fine." He says distractedly as his hungry eyes wash over the meal.
"Daddy was a blacksmith. He made the hooks that caught my mother, so he claimed her as property."
The barkeep nods and passes him a glass of whiskey with large, cold, cubic stones in it in place of ice.
"Now that's," he says taking a swig, "Downright awf - yeeouch!" He screams as he spits the stone out onto the table.
"They're meant to keep your drink cold, not to be eaten." He picks it up with a napkin.
“Thought it was an ice cube. Almost broke a tooth.” He says rubbing his jaw. His eyes light up, “Say, that might make a good song.” He dips a piece of his meal in the shadow dip and slurps it down.
He slaps his menu closed onto the table, "No restrictions, I'm up for just about anything. Give me something new, something I ain't never tried before!"
The mask smiles. "Chefs, bring him the Redlight Special." The barkeep freezes for a moment, as if about to question the Chef, before ducking behind into the kitchen.
"This is normally only for special occasions. He happen to have several sea monsters butchered in the meat locker, along with some deep-sea insects and shadowy spirits for seasoning."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Sea monsters and spirits, eh? Sounds delicious," He laughs. "Every day's a special occasion!" He then turns his lively gaze on your odd form, "Say, ain't a chef supposed to be fat?"
"I'm unusual in more ways than that. My mother was a sea demon, you see."
The chefs come out with a huge platter piled high with strange sealife, delicately arranged and drizzled with ethereal shadows, which is also served as a dipping sauce. The barkeep bows and steps back.
The Head Chef turns back to the man. "And to drink?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A look of shocked amusement is painted across his face, "A sea demon? Is that what you have under that mask of yours? A fish face? If you don't mind me asking, who was the daddy?"
"Some whiskey would be fine." He says distractedly as his hungry eyes wash over the meal.
"Daddy was a blacksmith. He made the hooks that caught my mother, so he claimed her as property."
The barkeep nods and passes him a glass of whiskey with large, cold, cubic stones in it in place of ice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Now that's," he says taking a swig, "Downright awf - yeeouch!" He screams as he spits the stone out onto the table.
"They're meant to keep your drink cold, not to be eaten." He picks it up with a napkin.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A group of three men rush out of a building, they all are wearing identical outfits
A tall, thin old lady (like 7 feet tall) is watching them from a table, sipping tea. Her nails seem to be made of iron and she’s wearing a blue dress with sunflower patterns.
Guests seem confused, but assume this is all part of some sort of show or just a group of eccentrics.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
One man doubles over coughing then soon collapses to the ground, seeming to almost melt. One of the other two goes to help him but soon succumbs to the same effects. The third one backs off.
Several guests begin to panic and run, and a couple of magically warded janitors rush to clean up the mess.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is not really any mess to clean up as the remainder of the two bodies evaporates. The third man checks over his suit for any holes.
The janitors still clean the area frantically, making sure it is spotless.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The remaining man finds no holes in his suit, so he heads over to the bar.
The Head Chef happens to be there, preparing a sauce. "What was that about?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Just another day on the job, cleaning up magical diseases"
"I assure you, the Gut is disease-free. We keep a very clean environment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Thought it was an ice cube. Almost broke a tooth.” He says rubbing his jaw. His eyes light up, “Say, that might make a good song.” He dips a piece of his meal in the shadow dip and slurps it down.