His Speech Failed To Rouse An Enthusiastic

I Turned Around And Headed Back To The Stairwell, Planning To Go Downstairs And Buy A Chocolate Bar From The Vending Machine. Maybe It Would Fall On Me And End My Misery.

I Raised My Hands, Trying To Shush Her. "don't Shush Me," She Said, Eyes Blazing. "i Hate Being Shushed.

It's The Way You Look Whenever She Mentions Her Fiance. My Cat Looks Like That Before He Hacks Up A Hairball.

If Anyone Comes Near You, Just Scream And Run.

Imbecile!" The Chef Shouted. "next Time Why Don't You Just Put Your Whole Hand In The Food, Hey? Yes, Your Whole Hand, Or Maybe Your Face! I Arrange The Food On Plates With Care, Are You Understanding What I Am Telling You? It Is Part Of The Art Form Of Cooking, Yes? A Lovely Plate Of Food Is A Thing Of Beauty! And Then You, Numbskull, Come Along And Put Your Fat Greasy Fingers All Over My Plate, And Shake The Plate, And Move My Food All Around The Plate Until It Looks Like Pigs' Vomit!" "chef Vlad!" I Cried Out In Delight.