Ahhh! I inhaled and hacked. Bathsalts, my favorite! I asked chef Shea what was cookin'. She told me that Shia Labouef just ordered 20 plates of warm bathsalts. I tasted them. Ohhhh I love bathsalts. They remind me of the good ol' days. Guy slurped down a basket of moldy bread. His hair spiked up, Turned white, and grew. I then eagerly asked to try their famous fried rats. Just then, Drake trotted out with a live rat in his mouth. Then the magic happened. The kitchen doors flapped open. The wild bob appeared. He was meditating on a floating cloud. His gray hula skirt floated and waved. He was only wearing a mankini. He carried a deep frier in his lap. Henry VIII gently poured in goose leg grease. The frier was on. Then Bob reached for the rat. He dropped it in. It made a plop splash noise, kinda after you eat too much taco bell and later have to shit your brains out.
"Bring me my flute!" Bob announced.
Drake with wheels for legs rolled in carrying Munizza on his back. She was asleep. However she had a flute strapped to her hand with a piece of tape.
AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!!!!!1!!1!!1!1!!1!1!!!1!1!1!1!111!!1!1!!!!
Bob reached for the flute with his tentacle. He squaked a toon. The rat flew out of the frier and into my mouth, almost. Guy had reached over to take it even before it touched my tongue. His hair danced. I started crying.
"Guy-Senpai, why's you take it? That was mine!"
He just stood there. I ran away, into the gross ass bathrooms. He chased after me.
