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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:43 pm
SEKRIT ENGREEDIEHNT ES LOVE It wasn't...really a booth. It stopped being a booth an hour ago, when a grease fire from one of the portable barbecues decided to take over half of it. It was more of a singed lesson to not cook in crowded areas. It didn't seem to bother the skinny armed...uh, boy, next to it, his lipless mouth forever grinning while his, uh, stomach mouth drooled over what remained of the table and the floor. Crumpled and singed was a paper near the burned off area, you're pretty sure it read:"EAT AT JOE'S BARBECUE" Test #1Apparently this is more of a public service announcement than a help wanted booth. Once you sign up, Amande explains a, uh, curious recipe. It doesn't sound like anything you've ever heard before, but apparently he finds it delicious enough to salivate over. Now that your shoes are covered in stomach-mouth-drool, explain back to him what his 'brilliant' recipe was. It can be anything! One part soda can and three parts chip bag lathered in ranch dressing, or even pickles and vodka! Be as weird and outlandish as you like, including the directions on how to make it!
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 3:23 pm
Vahn finally had some time to himself. His babysitting duties for the day were over, and he just wanted to be out of that damn house. The thing was, he had forgotten to eat before he left.
So now he was hungry, and the wolf-boy marched down the street angrily, snarling every time his stomach growled. He had no money, so he'd just have to get something free.. somehow.
His nose, being as sensitive as it was, caught the scent of a BBQ. It was coming from a building close by. He narrowed down the building and raced into it.
Sniffing around, he found the table, or lack there of. There had been a BBQ. He narrowed his eyes at the strange being in front of him, about to strangle him for information, when he started to... give him a recipe? The weirdest recipe he'd ever heard of.
"Wait, hold up.. you're telling me this is supposed to be edible?" Vahn ruffled his hair, swishing his tail a bit.
"Right so it was...
Mix a bowl of BBQ sauce, olive oil, engine grease, and garlic powder. Slather it on a slab of whale meat and toss it on the grill.. then shake an entire container of pepper and salt on it. When it's done, put it in a bucket of motor oil mixed with oregano, then toss it back on the grill and cover it in kerosene, and light a match?"
Vahn hoped he had just heard the freakazoid wrong...
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 6:55 pm
Okay, this had to be wrong. Tarot was a new reader and everything, but surely the three letters of BBQ meant food. Not....... charred wood? At least that's what she thought it was.
Being a nonsocial creature, Tarot usually only approached new people out of initial curiousity. And this was a situation that called for curiousity if nothing else did. But before she could even open her mouth to say something to the boy, who looked very odd with no shirt and a second mouth in his belly, started rambling off on all this stuff Tarot had to get him.
"So you need sheep stomach, fried bacon, a spork, a bottle of hot sauce, a pint of chicken blood, a pencil, a coconut, a fake parrot, and a yellowtail tuna?" Tarot didn't even know what half this stuff was, how was she supposed to find it? The boy just nodded though, and went back to attempting to build a pot with some charred remains of boards.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 8:28 am
Fred eyed the booth a bit suspiciously as he walked up. It appeared to have caught fire... Perhaps even more than once. And the boy standing at the booth was... very odd looking. But the area smelled of good food and so the skeletal boy drew closer, expecting to get some of the barbecue.
However, mouthy boy there started spouting off some crazy-a** recipe instead. "Huh? I thought...." He was interrupted by the demand to repeat the stupid thing back.
Fred frowned as he tried to remember what all had been said. The boy had been drooling a bit towards the end and it made it harder to understand just what all had been said.
"Okay... 4 cans of spam, minus the spam... 2 mushrooms, a cell phone battery, leg of lamb, 2 cheeseburgers (no bun), a lightbulb, bacon, and steak sauce. Mix up everything but the spam cans and stuff the cans with the mixture. Cover heavily in steak sauce... and then bury them for 3 hours in a compost heap before eating?"
It made the boy's stomach churn at the thought of this gross 'recipe' and he hoped with all hope that he'd heard it incorrectly.... by a lot.
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