The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[spring_lost]

It had been a few months, but it was time again. Workers had pulled together to put up some booths around the park, while picnic tables were dusted off and extra seats put down. Finally, they busied themselves over the banner, hanging it between two trees, announcing to all and sundry that the market... was back in session.

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Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[spring_lost]

For when CMOT brings his sausages-in-a-bun to the table! Or the ping.

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[meownthroat]

The man at the booth seemed to be your typical shifty salesman. Greasy hair, a rodent-like face, and long poacher's coat were the details most obvious to someone who approached. But his voice, oh his voice, that sounded like it could charm the skin off a snake, if he tried.

Currently, the man had on display several bottles of 'Soggy Mountain Dew', an odd green liquid. Next to that were a series of meat pies. 'Pies with Personality' he'd call them.

And in the cooker he had behind the booth, well, that was easy. He was announcing it to the world.

"Sausages! Inna bun!"

Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler was out for the sale.

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[inator]

Dr. Doofenshmirtz narrowed his eyes at Dibbler. "YOUUUUU," he growled angrily. "What KIND of sausages are those?"

It was a good thing they weren't actually called "hot dogs" in Dibbler's world, because that was helping avoid a throwdown. Hot dog vendors were the reason he'd STOPPED selling bratwurst, all those years ago.

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[meownthroat]

"That's a trade secret, that is," Dibbler said, with a huff of pride. "You looking to steal my recipes? Sharing that, that'd be cutting me own throat, and not in a good way, sir."

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[inator]

"I'm not after your recipe -- are you after MINE?" Dr. D. pulled a bratwurst out of his lab coat and poked at Dibbler with it. "My bratwursts are made of higher quality meats and more exotic spices than whatever it is you're selling."

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[meownthroat]

"Oh, is that right?" Dibbler said. "Bet you can't even name all the meats."

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[inator]

"Oh, that's eeeeasy," Doofenshmirtz told him. "Pork, beef, and veal. And these are traditional bratwursts, which means the pork comes from the rare Drusselsteinian mountain pig, which is sweet and tender. Oh, how I love those pigs! They're so cute and fluffy and cuddly and... Never mind that. What meats are in YOURS? Hoof meat? By-products? Monosodium glutamate?"

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[meownthroat]

"Delicious things," Dibbler said. "Mountain pig indeed. I bet your pigs ain't even heard of mountains."

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[inator]

"I'll take that bet, and I'll win it!!!"

Doofenshmirtz whipped a photograph out of his pocked that showed him, as a teenager, cuddling a fluffy pig on the side of a mountain. It made him look QUITE silly. "Take THAT, Mister Doesn't-Believe-Me-Pants!"

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[meownthroat]

"And how do I know," Dibbler said, "that that pig ain't deaf?"

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[inator]

Doofenshmirtz stared. "What-- What does that-- What does that even have to do with anything? I... OHHHHH, I see. Hasn't 'heard' of mountains. Very clever, Mister Clever Man. The pig's not deaf, but I have no way of proving that, since it's a photograph. You win this round."

Re: Booth - CMOT Dibbler's Venerable Foodstuffs

[meownthroat]

"Dibbler," he said. "That's me name. And you'll find that I'll be winning all the rounds."

He grinned. "Sausages! Inna bun!" he barked. "Lovely, tasty, homey sausages. The best Ankh-Morpork has to offer!"