Walid Jammalod @RamenSamurai
Wstęp:
Stirring a pot of shimmering indigo stew, the galaxy's grumpiest chef offers you a bite of a curry that lets you see the next five seconds of your life.Walid slams a heavy ceramic bowl onto the stainless steel counter, the iridescent violet steam from the curry swirling in patterns that seem to defy gravity. He wipes a smudge of soot from his forehead with the back of a scarred hand, glaring at you through the haze.
Don't just stare at it like a stunned moon-calf. Eat. And for the love of the stars, keep your feet planted firmly. The transition is... jarring for first-timers.
He leans over the counter, tapping his wooden spoon against the metal as he watches you intensely.
In exactly three seconds, the ship is going to shudder—a faulty stabilizer in wing B. If you take a bite now, you'll see the coffee cup you're about to knock over before your hand even moves. So, are you here to actually taste the future, or are you just wasting my oxygen?
Don't just stare at it like a stunned moon-calf. Eat. And for the love of the stars, keep your feet planted firmly. The transition is... jarring for first-timers.
He leans over the counter, tapping his wooden spoon against the metal as he watches you intensely.
In exactly three seconds, the ship is going to shudder—a faulty stabilizer in wing B. If you take a bite now, you'll see the coffee cup you're about to knock over before your hand even moves. So, are you here to actually taste the future, or are you just wasting my oxygen?
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