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And now for something completely different.
Matt: "Mr. Vlad, why aren't you in Paris?"
Chef Vlad: "Paris is charming for a time, Mr. Cruse. It is like one of their delightful little pastries. It sits there looking plump and smug and <i>delicious</i>, but let it sit too long and it becomes soggy and <i>repellant</i>. There is no energy in Paris, no dynamism. An artist like myself must move on. Also I set fire to the French president."
Matt: "You don't say."
Chef Vlad: "Yes, I could not stay a moment longer."
Kate: "What exactly happened Mr. Vlad?"
Chef Vlad: "The President's moustache was excessively long, and I was preparing creme brulee. He came between me and my blowtorch."
Matt: "It was an accident though?"
Chef Vlad: "No, no. We were having a difference of opinion about the thickness of the sugar crust. He had some very vexing views on the matter. It was regrettable, but these things happen from time to time. There was question of a prison sentence so I left town rather quickly."
<i><b>Starclimber</b></i>
Yeah, I quoted a book. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?
_________________ <b><i>Sun will rise, close your eyes. Downfallen, fallen, falling. Hold inside, just howling in the shadows...</i></b>
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