Tracks: um, don't you all think we need some rupees in our pocket? We need jobs, guys.
Wild: yeah, I'm a little shorter on rupees than I'd like to be. Let's start a restaurant! I know quite a lot about cooking!
Blue: "cooking for people who wanna kill themselves," yeah, that'll be your cooking show.
Minish: a restaurant sounds fun.
Sky: let's do it!
Tracks: so we're settled. Now we need a place to do it.
Wild: what about that inn? The one that was struck by lightning.
Vio: yeah, we could patch that up.
Red: I'm so excited!
*and so they travel back to the other inn, which is abandoned. They repair it and start business with wild as head chef. Wild has begun speaking in a French accent.*
Minish and Red-sign spinners : welcome, one and all, to the greatest restaurant you will ever eat at! We shall now commence the Sign-Spinning Song!
Minish part-baritone Red part-alto
Welcome to Link's restaurant! Bom-Bom-Ba-Dum
Here you'll get a five-star meal! Truly delicious! Delicious, I say!
Bom-Bom-Ba-Dum Here we serve salami and croissants!
Nom-Nom-a-Nom These dishes are always made with real-
Both
-INGREEEEEEDIEEEEEENTSS!!
*back in the building...*
Sky-cashier: will that be rupees or credit, my princess?
Civilian: rupees, handsome.
*green(waiter) kicks sky In the shins*
Green: stop flirting with the customers.
Wild: Vous faites travail terrible, paysans!
Green, Tracks, Wind and sky: Désolé, Link maître!
Sky: why does he make us talk in French around him?
Tracks-waiter: I have no idea.
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Wow such lame and cringy (loz fanfic)
FanfictionAll the Links meet each other and chaos ensues. Very cringy. Though I won't get any, I'll mention I take requests as to certain scenarios.
