Just to explain this disaster I was driving back from somewhere and saw a restaurant called Brother's BBQ and just thought about all the brothers (Fili and Kili, Thor and Loki, Elladan and Elrohir, and all seven of Fëanor's sons) and what would happen if they had to run this BBQ store...First up:
THOR AND LOKI >:)
Help. That is all.
Loki: This is ridiculous. You bought a what?
Thor: A barbecue store.
Loki: That's just bizarre. What's your problem?
Thor: Um, I like BBQ?
Loki: You're absolutely hopeless. Thanks for telling me, I'm off to conquer the galaxy. Cheers.
Thor: No no no hold on.
Loki: *sighs* Now what?
Thor: You have to help me run it!
Loki: WHAT? *small explosion*
Thor: No just calm down it shall be fun! Like old times!
Loki: In "old times", as you so nostalgically put it, we sparred with wooden swords, we didn't run full-scale feeding operations!
Thor: Well, it's the "new times"!
Loki: You're the new psycho brother.
Thor: WELL YOU'RE ADOPTED!
Loki: See, we're not even brothers. So that failed. Bye.
Thor: NOOO at least come and see it? Please?
Loki: I know what meat on a grill looks like.
Thor: But--
Loki: NO >:(
Thor: I'll tell Nick Fury to catch you in a glass cage again and leave you there because you're a Class Four danger to the Earth.
Loki: You wouldn't!
Thor: Not if you help me with this BBQ restaurant.
Loki: Sons of Odin, I hate you.
Thor: Same. Let's go make some BBQ.
*an hour later*
Loki: *in an apron*
Thor: Nice apron.
Loki: At least I won't mess up my super expensive designer clothes.
Thor: At least mine are machine washable.
Loki: What?
Thor: There's this thing called a "washing machine". It makes things clean.
Loki: How nice. Do you know, it washes clothes. Like, cloth. Not armour. So, sorry.
Thor: No! Jane said--
Loki: Typical. Typical mortals.
Thor: I LOVE JANE SO MUCH!
Loki: Okay, well, I love torturing mortals.
Thor: That's not related.
Loki: Can we please just open the restaurant? I still need time to fix my hair and judge a few people from afar today.
Thor: Sounds pretty rude to me.
Loki: You sound like Steven.
Thor: Who is Steven?
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The Item of Many Items
LosoweOh, goodness. You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. But, if this is what you seek, so be it. Watch out, for great complex puzzles lie in ambush. I actually don't know where I'm going with this, but to put it simply, welcome to my book...
