Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: nicholas@next05pg2.wam.umd.edu (James Ronald Simonds)
Subject: some REAL food
Message-ID: <1992May13.133953.10929@wam.umd.edu>
Date: Wed, 13 May 1992 13:39:53 GMT


"WHAT!! You folks finally want something besides fries?? Who'd have  
thought it!!"

The large purple-skinned .... thing who has been shouting and generally  
making a wreck out of the kitchen all night bursts back out into the room  
to check orders. "Bout time you goons ordered something with MEAT in it!!  
If I ad to cook one more spud I was gonna grow roots!  Stew for you did I  
hear?  You'll have the best in the land, my own recipe!!  Haunch of meat  
for you, aye.... grubs?  What style?  Fried, raw, l'orange?  DO ALL YOU  
GENTS (raising his force from a low roar to an ear-shattering roar) WANT  
SOMETHIN FOR YER ANIMALS??"  He starts to stride back into the kitchen,  
then blinks as he sees the minotaur. Something that, with a great deal of  
imagination, you can conivince yourself is a grin splits his face.  "Ahhh,  
at last someone who can show these gobs with tiny guts what REAL eating is  
like!! What'll you have?"

Taking the order, he shoulders his bulk back into the kitchen and goes  
back to fixing ridiculously large platters of food for everyone (no one  
here has managed to finish an order yet; the numerous individuals at the  
drow and Lightfinger's table have spent the whole evening working on one  
plate of fries).

-the Short Ogre Cook