| Our story begins in a godforsaken desert some place, somewhere, near something... |
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 | Bonjour Monsieur, vat may i vip up for you today my freend? | |
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| Why the heck is Wolfgang Puck serving me gourmet food in the middle of the desert? | |
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| Several D\drinks later... |
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| You may be vondering vat ze hell, I, master chef extraordinaire Wolfgang Puck is doing here.Vell the answer is so simplistique! | |
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| Oh yeah...*hiccup*...and what the...*hiccup*...ruddy hell...*hiccup*...is that Mr. Puck! | |
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| Many more drinks later... |
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| I am just a figment of your imagination...You are how do you say, err...Urinated... | |
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| Oh okay...Then I'll have a roasted Quail with garlic and onion gravy, followed by a flamin souf...*Unconscious* | |
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