Post by HikaruShin on Aug 16, 2014 8:55:26 GMT -5
Before his reply he was swept off his feet and carried along with a few customers that liked his cooking, apparently they wanted him to come along with them because it was dangerous to stay there. “Hey, what…” before Carl could muster a word, it happened. A sight that he wished he had never seen, bright light followed by a loud sound of an explosion. It came from the direction of where the four massive steel pillars were. “…what happened -drabun?” fear made its way to the normally smiling face of the tall chef. Being not too smart he struggled and got himself free from his ‘friends’, “I need to get there, people must be injured, there must be casualties. I must help” silent yet worried with watery eyes. He had never witnessed such a horror nor had he ever imagined it but even the dim witted chef knew that he must go and help out. Before he could go however, a few more friends came along running, pushing and tugging him along. Telling him that it wasn’t safe here anymore and the marines were going to shut off the shore.
Now that the place was such a wreck those masses were leaving for another island. They even told him the name of the island but he wasn’t paying much attention to them. After being carried to the ship that was headed towards Aityaia island, he had nothing to do. So he found himself a corner and went to sleep. As there wasn’t anything now that he could do about it, his laziness kicked in and so he snored the rest of the way.
His slumber was interrupted by the noise of people and the grumbling of his stomach. He had slept all the way and now the ship had arrived at its destination. Standing up he stretched his arms, cracked his knuckles, neck and back, getting into the spirit of the resort. Looking around he noticed that their destination was a huge resort, so instantly his mind began thinking of the new flavors the island would have and the cooking opportunities. That thought thrilled him, by now, because of his not so large attention span he had forgotten about the horror that he had witnessed before setting on his journey. The ship docked and the passengers poured onto the harbor like entrapped animals set free from a cage after an eternity. Carl too was among those animals, running, shouting and howling, celebrating another new beginning.
After some time the crowd had now merged with the existing crowd at the harbor and Carl stood scratching his head thinking of what to do. He felt bad that he couldn’t get to talk to that lady from before. “If only I had said yes before these guys took me away-drabun. Ah well, what happens, happens-drabun”. That last sentence he accidentally said out loud making the people that were passing beside him laugh, glare and point at the weird, tall and muscular blonde man who was talking to himself. Once again his stomach growled, this time it was much louder than before and more audible, again the attention of people turned towards him.
“Oye.. where do I get some food around here-drabun?” he asked a random passing by person, the passerby didn’t reply. Not that he was rude or mean or anything like that but because he didn’t think Carl was actually seriously asking such a question. All he needed to do was look around, food was being cooked around him everywhere. There was meat, ramen and the local delicacies. “Oye, you tell me-drabun” Carl repeated his question to a different person this time, he too only smiled and walked away. Finally the puzzled and confused chef got a hint as the sweet smell of meat made its way into his nostrils. Sniffing the taste his feet involuntarily began to move in that direction and he ended up at a barbeque kind of a small stall, where the chef was an old man; busy making lots of meat. For the third time, his stomach introduced himself to its surroundings and caught the attention of everyone around him, also capturing the attention of the old chef. “You sound hungry, come on have a piece of meat or two”. The kind chef said to Carl who complied immediately without saying anything.
Though what happened next wasn’t exactly anticipated by the other customers and the old chef, Carl was all over the place. The meat that the old man gave him, he gobbled it down in seconds and then charged himself to the customer sitting next to him one by one. Eating as fast as he could without possibly taking a breath or a glass of water to help wash it down, he ate for an hour, which resulted in the old man finishing his whole stock of meat. Satisfied and now with a full stomach, Carl fell asleep on top of the large table that was meant to serve everyone. Happy that he had sold all his stock, the old chef made up the bill and shook Carl, giving him the bill. It took some time and an annoying amount of effort for the old chef to make Carl actually move. Grabbing the bill, barely being able to raise his head, Carl asked innocently, “what’s this-drabun? Jagagaga, your funny old man-drabun. I don’t wanna eat a piece of paper-drabun” and again he fell deep into his slumber. Outraged and frustrated the old man picked up his warm spatula and smacked Carl on the head.
Again waking up, Carl: confused, puzzled and sleepy, looked at the angry old chef. “What.. what-drabun?” Not having the energy to say anything once again the old man pushed the piece of paper in front of Carl’s eyes and then finally he noticed that it was the bill. Though it was kind of rolled, as Carl shook the small paper it began to roll and rolled over his full stomach down his legs, down the table and covered quite a few feet. “Oh.. is that all-drabun?” hearing that answer once again happiness found its way to the old chef’s face, hoping that now he will be paid for his effort. “I can’t pay that –drabun. I don’t have any money-drabun”. Then again the happiness faded away and the old man, now completely red with anger, grabbed one of Carl’s pan and began beating Carl; who was so full that he couldn’t move off the table, let alone avoid the pan strikes.
After giving quite a beating to Carl, whose face was so swollen that it looked like a million bees had their way with it. The old chef asked Carl how he intended to pay for what he had eaten. Carl then introduced himself in his own glorious manner, “Why I’m the man with the pan, old man-drabun. I’ll cook until I’ve paid every little cent, for I am the handsomest chef alive-drabun. Jagagagaaga”. “Bam” again Carl received a blow from the spatula that the old chef held in his hand.
Now that the place was such a wreck those masses were leaving for another island. They even told him the name of the island but he wasn’t paying much attention to them. After being carried to the ship that was headed towards Aityaia island, he had nothing to do. So he found himself a corner and went to sleep. As there wasn’t anything now that he could do about it, his laziness kicked in and so he snored the rest of the way.
His slumber was interrupted by the noise of people and the grumbling of his stomach. He had slept all the way and now the ship had arrived at its destination. Standing up he stretched his arms, cracked his knuckles, neck and back, getting into the spirit of the resort. Looking around he noticed that their destination was a huge resort, so instantly his mind began thinking of the new flavors the island would have and the cooking opportunities. That thought thrilled him, by now, because of his not so large attention span he had forgotten about the horror that he had witnessed before setting on his journey. The ship docked and the passengers poured onto the harbor like entrapped animals set free from a cage after an eternity. Carl too was among those animals, running, shouting and howling, celebrating another new beginning.
After some time the crowd had now merged with the existing crowd at the harbor and Carl stood scratching his head thinking of what to do. He felt bad that he couldn’t get to talk to that lady from before. “If only I had said yes before these guys took me away-drabun. Ah well, what happens, happens-drabun”. That last sentence he accidentally said out loud making the people that were passing beside him laugh, glare and point at the weird, tall and muscular blonde man who was talking to himself. Once again his stomach growled, this time it was much louder than before and more audible, again the attention of people turned towards him.
“Oye.. where do I get some food around here-drabun?” he asked a random passing by person, the passerby didn’t reply. Not that he was rude or mean or anything like that but because he didn’t think Carl was actually seriously asking such a question. All he needed to do was look around, food was being cooked around him everywhere. There was meat, ramen and the local delicacies. “Oye, you tell me-drabun” Carl repeated his question to a different person this time, he too only smiled and walked away. Finally the puzzled and confused chef got a hint as the sweet smell of meat made its way into his nostrils. Sniffing the taste his feet involuntarily began to move in that direction and he ended up at a barbeque kind of a small stall, where the chef was an old man; busy making lots of meat. For the third time, his stomach introduced himself to its surroundings and caught the attention of everyone around him, also capturing the attention of the old chef. “You sound hungry, come on have a piece of meat or two”. The kind chef said to Carl who complied immediately without saying anything.
Though what happened next wasn’t exactly anticipated by the other customers and the old chef, Carl was all over the place. The meat that the old man gave him, he gobbled it down in seconds and then charged himself to the customer sitting next to him one by one. Eating as fast as he could without possibly taking a breath or a glass of water to help wash it down, he ate for an hour, which resulted in the old man finishing his whole stock of meat. Satisfied and now with a full stomach, Carl fell asleep on top of the large table that was meant to serve everyone. Happy that he had sold all his stock, the old chef made up the bill and shook Carl, giving him the bill. It took some time and an annoying amount of effort for the old chef to make Carl actually move. Grabbing the bill, barely being able to raise his head, Carl asked innocently, “what’s this-drabun? Jagagaga, your funny old man-drabun. I don’t wanna eat a piece of paper-drabun” and again he fell deep into his slumber. Outraged and frustrated the old man picked up his warm spatula and smacked Carl on the head.
Again waking up, Carl: confused, puzzled and sleepy, looked at the angry old chef. “What.. what-drabun?” Not having the energy to say anything once again the old man pushed the piece of paper in front of Carl’s eyes and then finally he noticed that it was the bill. Though it was kind of rolled, as Carl shook the small paper it began to roll and rolled over his full stomach down his legs, down the table and covered quite a few feet. “Oh.. is that all-drabun?” hearing that answer once again happiness found its way to the old chef’s face, hoping that now he will be paid for his effort. “I can’t pay that –drabun. I don’t have any money-drabun”. Then again the happiness faded away and the old man, now completely red with anger, grabbed one of Carl’s pan and began beating Carl; who was so full that he couldn’t move off the table, let alone avoid the pan strikes.
After giving quite a beating to Carl, whose face was so swollen that it looked like a million bees had their way with it. The old chef asked Carl how he intended to pay for what he had eaten. Carl then introduced himself in his own glorious manner, “Why I’m the man with the pan, old man-drabun. I’ll cook until I’ve paid every little cent, for I am the handsomest chef alive-drabun. Jagagagaaga”. “Bam” again Carl received a blow from the spatula that the old chef held in his hand.