"Mmm Mmm! finally my fries are done."
Brut takes off his mittens and stares at his beautiful fries in the frier basket.
"Okay these needs sa----"
"It needs a reality check."
"Oh no Smut please don't."
"These fries symbolizes hard work and perseverance from all the disasters and and insects they've encountered. Every worm infestation, thunderstorm, soil erosion, or even an earthquake. The same is said to the farmer who could have died while these potatos were growing, exposing himself to the harsh weather and the chance on getting hit by a lighting strike."
"Sto---"
Smut performs headlock on Brut and covers his mouth and Brut eye's widened and mumbles through Smut's mouth.
"There were a lot of factors for these fries to be absent in our room as of the current time yet it's here, it's a miracle for these potatoes to become french fries. Giving such an immaculate taste."
Smut drops Brut to the floor and approaches the fries and takes one.
"A miracle which I am greatful to receive, Thank you."
Brut stares at Smut from the floor holding off his tears as Smut bites the fry he took.
"mmmm, It needs seasoning I forgot you don't know how to cook."
Smut leaves the kitchen while Brut stays on the floor defeated.
