The chef of the Cooking Guild poked his head into the restaurant.
"What the hell do you all think you're doing? Don't you realize this is where we train our students?"
He walked over to the diminutive Lalfell, an army of chefs-in-training, all dressed in white aprons, following behind him. "Here now, it's after hours. If you're going to be in here you're going to be doing what all after-hours people do!" With that he shoved an apron over the Lalafell's body, indicating for the rest of the chefs to do the same to all others standing about the restaurant. The chef, excited, pulled a large butcher's knife from hammerspace.
"Now, you're all just in time! We were just about to play a game we like to call..." He bent over, breathing in a massive breath and then turning upwards with a gigantic shout, "MAGNESIUM CHEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!"
"What the hell do you all think you're doing? Don't you realize this is where we train our students?"
He walked over to the diminutive Lalfell, an army of chefs-in-training, all dressed in white aprons, following behind him. "Here now, it's after hours. If you're going to be in here you're going to be doing what all after-hours people do!" With that he shoved an apron over the Lalafell's body, indicating for the rest of the chefs to do the same to all others standing about the restaurant. The chef, excited, pulled a large butcher's knife from hammerspace.
"Now, you're all just in time! We were just about to play a game we like to call..." He bent over, breathing in a massive breath and then turning upwards with a gigantic shout, "MAGNESIUM CHEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!"