‘EMBRACE IT!!!
WHY CAN’T YOU SEE!?!?!?
Here, allow me to demonstrate… here we have a rat vs a mouse…
You and I are the left… which is a rat.
Olivia and Basil would be on the right… which is a mouse.
Ratti…
…
*Facepalms* “Rat, you’re readin too much into that. He once tried to convince me I wasn’t a chef. He took me to this “Pest Control” shop in Paris, and proceeded to tell me I was a scary - wait, this is ridiculous. I don’t need to explain myself to you; that’s not even the point!!!” Remy shook his head at the species confused individual before him, “You sir, are a rat. And that’s ok. Seriously. It’s ALLLL GRAVY!”
‘EMBRACE IT!!!
WHY CAN’T YOU SEE!?!?!?
Here, allow me to demonstrate… here we have a rat vs a mouse…
You and I are the left… which is a rat.
Olivia and Basil would be on the right……
“Timothy, this Rattigan character is just not graspin the fact that he is indeed a rat. And there’s nothing, I mean, really nothin wrong with being a rat. I don’t get it!!!”
‘EMBRACE IT!!!
WHY CAN’T YOU SEE!?!?!?
Here, allow me to demonstrate… here we have a rat vs a mouse…
You and I are the left… which is a rat.
Olivia and Basil would be on the right… which is a mouse.
Ratti…
…just let it happen.”
(( Hehe ^_< ))You would slander yourself as well? I don’t look anything like that.
“Eh… It’s how my dad showed me I was a rat and not a chef.”
Fine…
This is you:
Not this:
Capiche!?”
‘EMBRACE IT!!!
WHY CAN’T YOU SEE!?!?!?
Here, allow me to demonstrate… here we have a rat vs a mouse…
You and I are the left… which is a rat.
Olivia and Basil would be on the right… which is a mouse.
Ratti…
…just let it happen.”
(( Hehe ^_< ))
Remy stood at attention, “Remy sir! Reporting for duty!” He saluted. He wasn’t keen on the idea of a physical… However, dietary needs would be necessary to know. “What exactly are the needs for the crew… outside of plenty of vitamin C of course.” Remy wasn’t worried, his…
Remy wrung his hands with nervousness. She was so forward and adamant about his physical. All he could think of were the was late night tv he’d watch when Linguini had fallen asleep: the nasty drill sergeant on military shows. “Course ma’am. The crew will have decedent yet healthy meals on a daily basis, filled with ballition and new-alance.” He squinted in embarrassed. It was quite clear the Medical Officer was one step short of terrifying to the little rat.The sooner this gets over, the sooner I can get to organizing my kitchen… A shiver ruffled the scruff of his neck. He braced himself for whatever torture she had in store for him, “I’m ready when you are.”
“Um… Anon… Um… I think you left your message in the wrong inbox” Remy’s wrung his hands in nervousness….
Remy stood at attention, “Remy sir! Reporting for duty!” He saluted. He wasn’t keen on the idea of a physical… However, dietary needs would be necessary to know. “What exactly are the needs for the crew… outside of plenty of vitamin C of course.” Remy wasn’t worried, his ship, er, the Captain’s ship, would be safe from scurvy as he’d bought a large supply of oranges for the voyage.
Bonjour!? A fellow speaker of French!? Remy’s heart flipped! “Bonjour mademoiselles! Ca va!?”
Remy’s expression sobered. “Aye aye Captain.” He stood up straight and saluted his new Captain. An adventure!!! Oh how exciting! I’ll have to be sure to write Linguini while I’m away. He looked toward the sailor who would be accompanying him and hoped he was trust worthy. In a quarrel, Remy knew for certain this sailor could over take him. “We shall return Ma’am.” And with that, he scurried off the ship in search for delicious bits and pieces with the sailor not far behind.
Amelia smiled to herself as she watched them leave the ship for supplies. So far she had herself a fantastic cook and medic joining her crew. Now if only she could gather up a good group of sailors, she would be set. Maybe it was time to post up more posters to promote her ship. She really needed people to sign her charter.
A few hours had passed and Remy returned to the ship. He had eventually traded the sack of gold with all the various supplies he had gathered. He found his little paws couldn’t grab it all, so he’d turned the sailor into his own personal sherpa… something he would have never openly admitted to the giant (giant to a rat you see). He was so incredibly excited to have his own galley. Linguini would be so proud! He’d be sure to write him, and send him any new concoctions he might whip up. “Captain, ma’am! I’ve returned! Now, to tantalize your taste buds!!!”
