Second floor common room, all Friday afternoon
The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.
As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:
Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!
Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.
[OOC: So very open.]
As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:
Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!
Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.
[OOC: So very open.]