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http://addventure.bast-enterprises.de/239700.htmlAlso, the head cook was a tyrant of the first order, who had flatly forbidden the Lord from intruding on his domain. This edict was enforced via whatever cooking implements or materials happened to be at hand, be they fresh fruit, bludgeoning rolling pins, hot stew cast from ladles, or flung knives. The nerve of the man! Commoners forbade their Lord nothing, especially not foreign mongrels who could barely speak a civilized tongue! Lord Luthor would go go where he wished and consort with who he desired - especially the nubile young ladies he had hired expressly for their comely looks and accomodating natures - and no red-faced mustachioed pot-stirrer with delusions above his station would gainsay him!
"Does meelord veesh to face zee cheese-grateur again?" the chef asked, intercepting Luthor before he'd even fully opened the kitchen door. The Lord's gaze fell to the mentioned implement, which gleamed in a manner most unholy from its place within the chef's beefy hand. "Or per'aps, eet eez time at last for zee green oneeons?"
"That... will not be necessary." Luthor executed a swift but dignified withdrawal, muttering under his breath as he went. "Insufferable barbarian... food is not meant to be used in a such a manner... the justice of Heaven shall smite thee yet, o fiend!"
"Hey, boss. Chef booted you out again?"
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