Cullinary Inquiry

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"I could make you an wiener schnitzel so good, that it would give you an erection that lasts a week."

Impress the new crew member: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
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South smiled happily, impressed by the cooks culinary knowledge, his mouth, admittedly watering at the dishes Bishop named off in front of him. Until he mentioned 'wiener schnitzel'. As soon as Bishop had finished his highly descriptive sentence, a fierce chill ran up South's spine and into his mouth, making him jerk involuntarily, twisting his head away and screwing up his face before his tongue flicked out of his mouth with an audible 'blehehehe' sound of disgust.

Brett looked on as he finished with his convulsion almost as quickly as it had started. "Sorry," he said, stifling a gag and turning back to the chef, "I'm sure it's excellent, but I had a rather bad experience once with wiener schnitzel, even the name makes me wretch."

He swallowed hard and tried to unscrew his face. "What happened?" asked Brett curiously. "Okay," said South, "Picture a small villa in Vienna, New Year, 1825. A young woman comes out carrying a dish with the compliments of the chef, saying that the chef was trying out a new recipe, said he wanted to know how people liked it."

"No good?"

"No, no it was excellent! Never had better deep fried glory from an Austrian chef. Trouble was..." he trailed off for a moment, "I don't think it was quite cooked all the way through, or--" he burped, "--something. That night I vomited into the small hours of 1826."

How do you under cook wiener schnitzel? thought Brett. "My, that is unfortunate."

South straightened up, patting his stomach. "Still," he said enthusiastically, "I'm sure you can make other arousing dishes. Hey, go on, what can you do with an apple crisp?" he smiled broadly, "I love a good apple crisp. Anything with apples really."

"Doctor," Brett beamed, "I cane make one hell of an apple crisp! You won't know which is better the crisp or the mush."

South was excited at the thought. Well, it has been a little over three million years since my last desert, hasn't it? "I'd certainly like that Mr. Bishop, I certainly would! By the way," he said shifting from admiration to inquiry, "you wouldn't happen to know if they've figured out a way to make vegetarian blood pudding yet have they? Cus' as of the year 12,000 that was still a mystery."

<Tag> Brett Bishop <Tag>