The Culinary Massacre

babeh

Garfunkly Zingle pov

We are sitting with Cornelius while he's holding his baby. Jonny is in a chair cause he passed out and Barthemew is getting us some ice cream from the hospital cafeteria.
Jonny's dad is out trying to call Obama but we can tell he's given up. I see him come up and he sits down. Cornelius is holding his baby. He and Jonny decided to name him Beef Stroganoff. Strog for short.
I see Barthemew coming back. He got vanilla and three other chocolates.
"They didn't have any other flavors and I know vanilla is your favorite." He said passing the vanilla ice cream to Cornelius.
"Thanks." Cornelius said, exhausted. He quickly passed out after finishing his cone and Jonny took the baby as he was awake now. I disposed of the trash from the ice cream after everyone was done.
"Obama fucked up. I mean he fucked up. You know Cornelius is going to go off on him." Barthemew said, turning to me.
"Yeah he royally fucked up. I mean I haven't seen Cornelius this angry and sad ever." I said. I really haven't. Cornelius is usually pretty calm. If not a little feral. I mean he acts like a squirrel with rabies but in a fun way not an angry and sad way.
We sat there for a few hours. We were taken home and Cornelius was discharged around a day later. Obama tried to visit but Cornelius didn't want to see him so the nurses had to form a blockade and he was escorted out.
He royally fucked up. What is going to happen now?