#femented

[wallterwall]

am i regretevator im in the elevator am i regreyevator im in the elevator i drink cement as i lift snd descend i drink fement s i lift and descend my my elevator song bricks uhm wallter song wall wall wallter song wallter song

[mychlapci]

been drinking this very gross femented milk drink with my breakfast these past two days bc i dont want to waste it and its not very good. thinking about how much happier i would be if i was having the breast milk swerveshake.

[pinene]

I'm fementing peppers btw. If you even care

[milotheshrike]

You should really get a fresh jar. That one has probably femented by now.

[angrydame]

SMOKE ON THE PRAIRIE

Narrative timeline

Opening sequence:

Paul Pickett steals the horse from Orange's ranch whilst working as a farm hand. Anders Busch shoots Tiny Ron over a poker game, inside one of Orange's bars. Emmet Frisco bargains with his cellmate, and is broken free from the jail moments before his public hanging.

ACT 1

All three outlaws face the hangman's noose, they compete over fame, theatrically performing anecdotes to justify their fame. Orange's men storm the hanging and steal the three outlaws away from their untimely fate.

They wake up at the beginning of the prairie, all in seperate pillories. Before disserting them, Orange reveals that they must deliver the contraband over the praire by a weeks time. Once he's gone, the three outlaws bicker over who will lead them over the prairie, who will pull the cart, and who will stand guard at the back, whilst struggling free from the pillories. Pickett wins as he claims to be familiar with their destination.

Emmet Frisco's anecdote: hammering nails into the skulls of wealthy businessmen on a steam train. His story is interrupted.

Persons family, rascal desert rats with shotguns insist the outlaws hand over the loot. Managing to outmart them and escape, the outlaws begin to get along, joking about their mutual humour of the children with shotguns.

Busch's anecdote: He sits in Tiny Ron's bar, waiting for Sheriff Lindsay Gibbins and his men. After being framed for the murder of his wife and newborn by Gibbins, No Name has been a busy boy, building up the baddest rep in the west, hoping Gibbins would come searching for him. They discuss Busch's plan to meet him in the mud for a final gun-sling duel, Busch leaves Gibbins in the bar and kills all his men outside as a warning. Gibbins rushes to the salloon door to find them all on the ground by their unsettled steeds.

They pass a brothel, both Busch and Pickett are enthusiastic, Frisco is apprehensive to stop their journey and his history with whore hosue bodes badly. The madame pairs them up, Pickett and Drisco are heard getting thrown about by their girls. The brothel is raided by Sheriff Gibbins, urging the outlaws to narrowly escape after a crazy brawl scene. Music playing, whore screaming ans getting shot, glasses smashing.

Narrowly escaping the brothel, the outlaws ride out further into the prairie. Busch halts his horse and colapses against a rock, looking out over the heatwaves of the prairie. The other outlaws follow his gaze to a spot in the red mud, where the sunrise beams a golden crack over the prairie. A ballet dancer appears on the heatwaves, they all watch her, teary eyed.

Four days of silence, montage as they continue their journey appreciating the scenery of the prairie; them sheltering from the rain under a shelter, smoke pouring out of the hole in Pickett's hat, them sat around the campfire in silence.

Finally, breaking the silence, Paul Pickett's backstory is revealed as he tells the outlaws his anecdote around the fire. His story is presented; looking considerably younger, we see him row a fishing biat out into the middle of a lake. He inhales deeply before dumping a body over the side, a burning barn smokes behind him. The two outlaws sit gobsmacked at Pickett's story.

ACT 2

The three outlaws arrive at the town, finding it empty and unnerving. Untrusting, Impacience pulls Pickett and Busch past a hesitant Frisco, eagerly opening the contraband chest to reveal hundreds of femented, rotten red apples, ripe from the bliste3ring sun they'd been travelling under all week. Pickett's eyes follow a stray apple as it rolls rowards the sooty frame of a barn by the lake; it becomes clear that this is the ranch from the beginning of the film and Paul Pickett's anecdote.

Frisco pulls out his pistol out "I told you not to break the rules", but is interrupted by the ricochette of bullets dancing and pinging about the three outlaws. Orange and his men gallop into the town, firing at the outlaws as they dive for cover by the carriage.

Orange speaks about their debt, speaks about Paul Pickett's past, slightly brushing on his history at the ranch. He introduces Sheriff Gibbins and his men, announcing their execution and realeaving a final secret: as the bullets continue to rain into the frame of the cart, Frisco walks through the bullets unharmed by Orange's men, revealing his true intentions as a spy anda miscreant of orange's empire.

As Pickett and Frisco ready themsleves to duel, Pickett insisits on an explaination and we see a flashback of Frisco's opening sequence extended. The cellmate that agrees to break him out works for Orange, Orange recognsises Frisco's attitude and plots to have him guid the two outlaws into the trap, ensuring they arrive over the prairie instead of running off with the loot.

Pickett vs Frisco. An emotional final moment, Pickett remains stoic as he draws first and shoots frisco. Frisco's body drifts away into the pond.

During Pickett and Frisco's duel, Busch is met with Sheriff Lindsay Gibbins for their long-awaited duel; Gibbins tests Busch's focus, speaking about his wife and newborn that had their lives take mercilessly. Busch brutally murders Gibbins, ignoring the formalities of a gun-sling and leaves him a bloody, mutulated corpse.

Pickett and Busch bring their skills together, hungry for the hunt of Orange after all he's put them through. Orange taunts Pickett as more backstory is revealed; flashback is presented as Paul Pickett gets in a brawl with a fellow farmhand, in a druken state the farmhand knocks a lantern and sets the barn aflame. The brawl continues and leads to young Pickett accidently murdering the farmhand. Covering his tracks, Pickett dumped the body in the lake and stole a horse, just as scared boy running away. The two outlaws kill Orange in a dramatic and satisfying ending.

Orange's men disperse as the two outlaws casually swagger unto the clearing holding Orange's hat and pistol. They both give a cold but meaningful goodbye.

No Name's ending.

Paul Pickett watches as Cheyanne the horse gallops swiftly away and into the prairie, he doesn't chase after him but watches him emotionless

The end.

[mo-conlangs]

chutœle verbs part 4

to eat: femer /fɛ̃ˈme/

1SG: feme /fɛ̃/

2SG: femes /fɛ̃/

3SG: feme /fɛ̃/

1PL: femons /fɛ̃ˈmɔ̃/

2PL: femez /fɛ̃ˈme/

3PL: fement /fɛ̃m/

[maltrunners]

St. George 13 Year "Agricole"

Review by: The Auditor Review #1086; Rum #413 This is a 13 year old Sugar Cane juice rum from California. They choose to call it Agricole, however, I feel that should be reserved for the French islands that produce agricole. Anyway, the fresh pressed cane juice is distilled in a copper pot still after fementation and then aged for 13 years   Distillery: St. George Bottler: St.…

[drowned-hubris]

Fementing

thanks to the woke left girlrotting is now called feminine rotting. or just frotting for short

[orb0]

I am going to try and make panettone tomorrow. It's my favourite food In the whole world. I made candied orange peel and there is a biga fementing on my bench from a sourdough made from grape water and a little left over packet yeast. I will have sweet dreams of dough and cake-bread.

[mole-roll]

5 months later opening up the canvas again

[herbalsolutionayurveda]

Bio Fermented Products is the New Trend leads by Liana Health Care Pvt Ltd

The Conscious Ayurveda .............................

Bio Fermented Products Range by Liana Health Care Ltd.

We, at Liana Health Care Ltd. are really excited to bring to you a new range of ‘bio fermented products’. Our commitment to innovation and health has led us to make the perfect combination of bio fermented products. These products are an epitome of innovation that will enhance your healthy lifestyle!

Stay tuned to find out more!

So, what are bio fermented products?

To put it simply, products such as wine, beer, curd, bread are all fermented products. Fermented products are produced through controlled microbial growth or using enzymatic action.

What are the advantages of bio fermented products?

One of the key result of bio fermentation process is the production of microbial secondary metabolites-these metabolites play a very important role for human health. They are molecules of low molecular weight that are key in defense against harmful environmental conditions.

The fermentation process also helps in producing enzymes that are essential for bodily functions such as digestion and can be used in a wide range of products for variety of benefits.

Fermented food are also aids in pre-digestion. Any meal that we eat takes around 4-6 hours to get digested. However, in the fermentation process microbes feed on sugars and starch and break down the food. This helps in better and faster digestion once we consume it as it has already been consumed once! Another benefit of this process is the immediate absorption by human body. Pre digested or fermented food are easily absorbed and can start their work immediately after being consumed. Just how alcohol, which is a fermented product is easily absorbed into our bloodstream. 

What are we doing at Liana Health Care Ltd.?

 In our quest for the best, we have manufactured a bunch of products that will be made through the process of bio fermentation. This will allow the products to begin their work immediately on consumption. No more waiting to see desired results ! To know what range of products we have lined up for you, watch out this space for updates! 

www.herbalsolutionayurveda.com

[zekedms]

Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy

Not too derail Belogarth's very clever plan but but who do you think invented capitalism? Lockerand the Objective had a long term plan to keep people in a small box for 40 hours a week minimum where he could fement their pain in plywood casks.

Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.

[bloodandlard]

Şalgam suyu, probiotic carrot and turnip drink

Shalgam juice is a delightfully sour beverage traditionally prepared in southern Turkey from lacto-fermented black carrots and turnips, usually accompanying heavy, rich fatty meals to aid digestion. Due to the use of black carrots, the juice is rich in polyphenol antioxidant anthocyanins, as well as necessary minerals, amino acids, C, carotenoids, and some B group vitamins. For the curious, more can be read about their incredible health benefits here than I could ever accurately spill in this journal.

Originating from and primarily cultivated in western and central Asia, black carrots are incredibly difficult to come by in California (and have I looked), so I have substituted it in this recipe with equal parts red carrots and purple carrots. The purple carrot substitution in particular contains anthocyanins, the antioxidant-rich properties offered by black carrots, and also helps with getting the desired sanguineous color. Please enjoy!

Ingredients

to fill one, 3 Liter jar:

salt

cleanest filtered or mineral water

8-10 black, red, or purple carrots

1 large turnip

optional: 1 beet

optional: teaspoon fresh, red spicy chiles

1/3 cup dried organic chickpeas and bulgur

The instruments you will need, besides those typically used for cleaning, will simply be a kitchen scale, calculator, an organic cotton spice pouch, and a 3 liter vessel (or adjust as necessary to fit what size you have).

Directions

1. As always, thoroughly wash and rinse all your vegetables under cold water three or four times or as necessary. As with all ferments, you want clean NOT sterile vegetables as the lactic acid bacteria on the surface of your vegetables are necessary for an active ferment.

2. Remove carrot, beet, and turnip stems; peel your turnip and beets, but not your carrots. In fact, for this ferment, it is ideal to preserve as much of the carrot skin as possible. Use the blunt edge of your knife in quick motions to remove all the hanging root hairs from your carrots.

3. Cut your carrots in half vertically, and the thicker ones into quarters as shown below. Slice your turnips and beet into thick discs.

4. Place your empty jar over a kitchen scale and reset it. Begin packing your jar with the chile flakes/desired spices (optional) and the pouch of chickpeas. Layer on your turnip and beet slices, and then finally your long carrots. Register the weight of your vegetables.

5. Pour in your clean, filtered or mineral water over your vegetables until the water just covers your contents.

6. Register the total weight of your jar including the vegetables and water. For me, the total came out to be roughly 2,345 g. Multiple your weight by 0.02 as we will be using 2% salt to make our brine. This came out to be 46.9 rounded up to 47 g of salt that I needed for this jar.

7. Finally, pour the salt in your jar. Place your fermentation weights carefully over your vegetables to ensure nothing is floating to the top. Cover with the lid and move your ferment into a cool, dark environment. Shalgam suyu will need about 3-4 weeks to best develop its flavors at room temperature, and longer if you prefer a very tart, salty drink.

My finished jar will not be in direct sunlight—obviously that was just for this photo. The floating bits are some peppercorns I added. I will be updating this post in a month and see how my shalgam suyu has developed!

[jessource]

THE MENU ( 2022 ) * sentence starters.

“please don’t smoke, it’ll kill your palete.”

“(name), tonight is huge.”

“when you smoke, you ruin your ability...”

“oh, come on!”

“thank you.”

“thank god.”

“is that gonna fit everyone?”

“a night?”

“you’re fucking kidding, right?”

“what, are we eating a rolex?”

“come on, let’s not ruin this by talking price, yeah?”

“just go with the flow, let it be magical.”

“not bad!”

“oh, thanks man.”

“you deserve this, baby.”

“you know who’s gonna love this? (name)!”

“fuck. we’re dicks, huh?”

“great. a power tasting.”

“they’ll be wasted by the amuse.”

“hi guys.”

“look at you on a gangplank in heels.”

“holy fucking shit.”

“(name), oh my god.”

“who’s (name)?”

”okay, well, it’s official.”

”tonight will be madness.”

“all aboard!”

”wow.”

”please make yourselves comfortable...”

“ahoy!”

“and avast, me hearties!”

“let's hope she’s seaworthy, eh?”

“yes, sir. yeah.”

“boat jokes... we’re on a boat.”

“yeah. we’re on a boat.”

“hey, we got a famous person on board, huh?”

“hey, aren’t you supposed to be running interference for me?”

“make sure people don’t bother me, then?

“god, we both know you were not bothered.”

“i saw all his movies when i was a kid.”

“hey, listen.”

“apparently, he’s a big foodie.”

“beautiful. thank you.”

 “it’s one of his classics.”

“the lemon pearls are made with alginate.”

“alginate, as in...”

“pond scum.”

“it’s laughable.”

“it’s actually fucking laughably good.”

“think i prefer just the oyster, though.”

“please don’t say ‘mouthfeel’.”

“too late. mouthfeel.”

“jesus, this is like prom.”

“yeah? i never went to prom.”

“really? why not?

“‘cause none of the cool girls like you said, ‘yes’.”

“aw, poor baby.”

“well, fuck those bitches.”

“welcome.”

“it’s a pleasure to have you.”

“you gave my real name?”

“what about the paparazzi?”

“paparazzi? we’re on an island.

“i’m (name).”

“we’ll endeavor to make your evening as pleasant as possible.”

“that was really awkward, i’m so sorry.”

“don’t worry about it.”

“we’ll just go straight to the restaurant, if you don't mind.”

“we’ve seen the tour many, many times.”

“thank you. please follow me.”

“so, like, what are you working on now?”

“aw, hey, thanks for asking.”

“see, people still know me.”

“we have the bounty of the sea surrounding us.”

“out there, right now, we are harvesting scallops. you’ll eat them tonight.”

“hey, harvest harder, me dude!”

“we’re starving!”

“this is insane.”

“smell that.”

“yeah, i’m a huge embarrassing foodie.”

“i love this stuff.”

“and i’m close, personal friends with the chef.”

“can we pop in here?”

“dude, i read about one of these online.”

“can i check it out?”

“but please, do not touch our proteins. they're immature.”

“so, what happens if you serve it on the 153rd day?

“does all hell break loose, or...”

“well, i suppose the bacteria would introduce itself... to the consumer's bloodstream and spread into their spinal membranes... after which point, he or she would become incapacitated... and shortly thereafter expire.”

“so, yes, all hell would break loose.”

“i’d like to work for her.”

“this is where we live.”

“you actually live here?”

“here we are family.”

“we harvest. we fement.”

“we slaughter.”

“dinner is typically four hours and twenty five minutes.”

“it’s best that we all live here.”

“burned out?”

“there is food at the end of this, right?”

“who lives there?”

“isn’t the GOAT the greatest of all time, though?”

“look at that view.”

“wanna take a picture?”

“just... you should have the better view.”

“well, i don’t need a better view.”

“you know my name?”

“well, the attention to detail, it’s like, fuck!”

“yeah, i noticed you didn’t ask his name.”

“this ongoing obsession with snow.”

“it’s officially a plague, and no one is immune.”

“i want to hear your pitch for the show...”

“come on. i’m trying to do a goodbye toast. can you please just let me do that?”

“i told you this two weeks ago.”

“we’re doing this? the ‘talking about our lives’ thing?”

“me and (name) aren’t good. it’s not good.”

“are you at fault?”

“i’m an asshole.”

“we’re pathetic, aren’t we?”

“so it’s okay... that i’m not as into this as you are?”

“i’m sitting with the coolest girl here.”

“they play with the raw materials of life itself. and death itself.”

“that was beautifully put, (name).”

“i think i’m starting to get it.”

“i have to beg of you one thing.”

“do not eat.”

“is he serious?”

“be mindful.”

“and look around you. here we are on this island. accept. accept all of it. and forgive.”

“here they come.”

“we, the people on the island, are not important.”

“what happens inside this room is meaningless...”

“nature is timeless.”

“are you crying?”

“it’s just that i find it all very moving. it’s all so beautiful.”

“i’m pretty sure he doesn't even know about your existence.”

“relax. just eat your rock.”

“oh, my god. for crying out loud. it’s not brain surgery, okay?”

“okay, so we go to italy, right?”

“i eat the cheese, and then...”

“that’s a disaster.”

“whatever. at least we can say we’ve been here, right?”

“my dad used to say that you buy the experience.”

“i mean, this looks like... a suburban landscaping.”

“is he gonna keep doing that?”

“bread has existed in some form for over 12,000 years... especially amongst the poor.”

“ancient greek peasants dipped their stale, measly bread in wine for breakfast.”

“and how did jesus teach us to pray if not to beg for our daily bread?”

“he must be joking.”

“it’s gotta be a bit.”

“are you fuckin’ serious?”

“he’s basically insulting you.”

“it’s a concept.”

“i know what a concept is, (name).”

“call me the girl next door... but maybe there are some rules that you should give a fuck about...”

“this is all very clever, and i  didn't want to pull this card... but you know who we are, right?”

“i know who you are.”

“we won’t tell a soul.”

“you will eat less than you desire and more than you deserve.”

“that is not what i meant, and you know it.”

“i am perfectly capable of deciding when i eat and what.”

“you shouldn’t be so fucking rude.”

“where do we know her from?”

“ so, let me tell you a memory of mine.”

“i finally had to stab him in the thigh with kitchen scissors.”

“we’re not so smart when we’re young.”

“no, the pictures. they’re all of us.”

“what the hell are these?”

“how did you get these?”

“yeah, a fucking taco that might hold up in court.”

“stop talking and let me think, okay?”

“did you just fucking snap at me?”

“you do not send shit back to this kitchen, you child.”

“what did you just call me?”

“i called you a child... because you’re fucking acting like it.”

“(name), you need to apologise to me right now. you cannot speak to me that way.”

“actually, i can because, ding dong, i’m the one who’s paying.”

“how can i assist you?”

“what’s behind that silver door?”

“you shouldn’t be in here.”

“why do you care?”

“i’ll ask again. who are you?”

“i’m (first name) (last name).”

“so, where are you from, (name)?”

“you want the address for mom’s trailer park, you asshole?”

“no, it’s not who you want me to think you are.”

“you shouldn’t be here tonight.”

“please get the fuck out of my way.”

“he aspires to greatness, but he’ll never achieve it.”

“there is no way to avoid the mess.”

“the mess you make of your life... of your body... of your sanity... by giving everything you have to pleasing people you will never know. ”

“what are you doing?”

“what’s wrong with you?”

“the fuck is that?”

“that was a shock. i didn’t see that comin’.”

“what happened?”

“it’s just part of the menu.”

“it’s part of the show.”

“that’s a stunt? what was that?”

“this is an exclusive experience.”

“is he dead?”

“it’s not funny.”

“it looks so damn real.”

“this is just theatre, right?”

“he just fucking shot himself, okay?”

“it looked very real, (name). quite real.”

“we’re leaving. now.”

“is something wrong?”

“there is no boat to leave on.”

“that would be very difficult without phone service.”

“fucking move.”

“i’ll handle this.”

“with which hand, (name)?”

“with which hand will you handle this? left or right?”

“what the fuck are you saying?”

“shall we choose?”

“come on. leave the guy alone.”

“what the hell’s goin’ on?”

“do you need assistance finding your seat?”

“there’s a finger right there.”

“it’s not funny, lady! jesus christ!”

“this is real, isn’t it? i can’t do it.”

“i can’t do a hostage thing. i can’t.”

“then why don’t you go talk to him?”

“because you know him, right?”

“i made that up.”

“because i’m a name-dropping whore.”

“your husband’s ring, madam.”

“i honestly think that this whole thing is just for our benefit.”

“that’s why he texted me.”

“why are you doing this?”

“i’ve served many (name)’s. you’re not a (name).”

“what the fuck does it matter?”

“you were not a part of that plan.”

“with us, or with them?”

“and then you’ll let me live?”

“let you live? no!”

“we’re all gonna die tonight.”

“so, the question is, do you wanna die with those who give, or with those who take?”

“it’s arbitrary.”

“these decisions are important...”

“god damn it. it’s not fucking fair.”

“you smoke all day. can’t even fucking taste it.”

“we’re cornered. let’s focus.”

“wait, what’s the play here?”

“what are our options?”

“the door is guarded... but that could be a play.”

“hey, guys. we gotta do something.”

“we can’t be cowards.”

“this worked in a movie i did once.”

“when they bring their knives and forks, we just storm the kitchen, okay?”

“you think we have better knife skills than them?”

“what other choice do we have?”

“fuck it. i’m gonna break this fucking window.”

“there’s a saying. ‘sometimes all you need is a good cup of tea’.”

“i’ve found that not only does tea cleanse the palate, but it offers a soothing balm when facing some hard home truths.”

“but before we continue... are there any questions about me?”

“i think i speak for everybody here when i say that... i wanna know... i mean, we wanna know...”

“why the fuck is this happening?”

“you loved that i texted you an invitation for this evening.”

“your ego was fed.”

“it wasn’t cod, you donkey.”

“and i’ve been fooled into trying to satisfy people who could never be satisfied.”

"just say how much, and we’ll give it to you.”

“do you hear that silence?”

“listen, can you hear it?”

“and what have you decided?”

“i shouldn’t be here.”

“all of this... is not meant for me.”

“you’re not sure i’m brilliant, so don’t say it.”

“i’m not sure that you’re brilliant.”

“i was expecting more.”

“i guess i’m gonna have to make your decision for you.”

“you thought i couldn’t tell?”

“i know a fellow service industry worker when i see one.”

“how do you know him?”

“you’ve been eyeing him all evening.”

“you don’t rattle easily. so, how did he rattle you?”

“if we can find a boat, we can make a break for it.”

“into the tranquil night air.”

“i’ll send for help. first thing.”

“i’ll leave you to it.”

“it’s getting chilly.”

“yes, well... there was a time that would have meant a lot to me, (name).”

“you know, it’s the emoji for me.”

“don’t fucking run next to me.”

“you’re running next to me!”

“it’s a big fucking’ forest! fuck off!”

“are we all really dying tonight?”

“everyone dying was my pitch, actually. i’m super proud of it.”

“anybody want any wine?”

“i heard a pop.”

“not that you guys give a single, flying fuck... but my name is not (name). it’s (name).”

“party’s over.”

“welcome back.”

“what did you get?”

“how’d you do out there?”

“i did great. i killed it.”

“i’m the only one who got away.”

“i’m sorry. i’m a fuckin’ failure.”

“i’ve been stealing money from you.”

“i know. you cc’d me in on it.”

“tell me why you’re here.”

“and what were you told?”

“what were you told ahead of time?”

“‘everyone would die.’”

“i seem to remember you had a date.”

“so, you hired her knowing she’d die?”

“you entitled piece of shit.”

“i’m gonna kill you, (name)!”

“calm down.”

“you can’t blame her, can you?”

“you’re not like the others, are you?”

“come with me.”

“i have something for you.”

“mr handsome boy.”

“i’m proud of you.”

“what do you need? we have everything.”

“shit? would you like some shit?”

“we strive for perfection... which of course does not exist, and that is a hard truth for me to accept... so please forgive me.”

“and that concludes our demonstration.”

“do you see a barrel?”

“look, i’m not trying to sound, like, all whatever here or anything... but i just don’t think it's really fair.”

“do you wanna know why you’re being punished?”

“i saw the film calling doctor sunshine, and i did not enjoy it.”

“it was a sunday.”

“seeing you again now haunts me.”

“what happens to an artist when he loses his purpose?”

“what school did you go to?”

“i’m sorry. you’re dying.”

“motherfucker.”

“do you think you’re special?”

“you’ve disobeyed this rule.”

“you’ve been a nuisance since you have arrived.”

“you will not replace me.”

“i didn’t forget.”

“happy birthday to you.”

“you told them it was my birthday?”

“seemed funny about three hours ago.”

“i am a monster. no, was a monster. and a whore.”

“and at last, the pain is almost gone.”

“i can no longer be hurt, (name).”

“as dr. king once said, ‘we know through painful experience... that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor. it must be demanded by the oppressed.’”

“did he just quote martin luther king?”

“i see you found our radio.”

“it’s a boat!”

“did you call someone?”

“why didn’t you all try harder to fight back? to get out of here? honestly, you probably could have. something to think about.”

“are you the owner?”

“come on. clearly, there’s a misunderstanding.”

“on your knees with your hands over your head. now.”

“you’ve betrayed our sacred bond of trust.”

“you’ve shown your craft to be careless.”

“you’re an eater. you’re a taker.”

“i don’t like your food.”

“what did you say?”

“for starters... you’ve taken the joy out of eating.”

“every dish you served tonight has been some intellectual exercise... rather than something you want to sit and enjoy.”

“when i eat your food... it tastes like it was made with no love.”

“oh, this is ridiculous.”

“you’ve failed.”

“you’ve bored me.”

“and the worst part is... i’m still fucking hungry.”

“you know what i’d really like?”

“tell me.”

“yeah, we can do a cheeseburger.”

“the cheap ones your parents could barely afford.”

“american cheese is the best cheese for a cheeseburger... because it melts without splitting.”

“is the fryer still on?”

“one moment, please.”

“thank you... for everything.”

“i told you, you weren’t leaving.”

“the s’more.”

“it’s everything wrong with us, and yet we associate it with innocence.”

“but what transforms this fucking monstrosity is fire.”

“i love you all!”

[magical-xirl-4]

This might sound weird, but anyone else think that magic in the realm of magic would taste like chicken soup? Ever since I saw it, it gave off that vibe.

Like, why does it look so good??

[kiforditom-szetszedem]

A "pofozzuk életre s tegyük fel az első hajóra India felé" részig engem sem kell győzködni, azzal a kitétellel, hogy nem hajóval ment, hisz látták Perzsia-szerte is az India felé vezető kereskedelmi úton. Aztán odaért, fement a magas hegyekbe, eltakarta egy felhő, mert a magas hegyek már csak ilyenek, s megszületett a legenda a mennybemenetelről, ő meg még 30+ évet lehúzott a jó hegyi levegőn