You Can't Eat [literature], That's The Problem,"

Everyone Watched, Wondering If This Could Be The Same Lunatic Who'd Nearly Berthed His Ornithopter In The Restaurant. I Swallowed, For It Seemed He Was Headed Straight For My Table. He Pulled Off His Helmet And A Mass Of Dark Auburn Hair Spilled Out. Off Came The Goggles, And I Was Looking At The Beaming Face Of Kate De Vries.

I Believe There Is Something On This Earth That You Desire More Than Anything, And It Isn't Me.

You Can't Eat [literature], That's The Problem," He Said. "i've Tried, It's Very Dry, And Not At All Nutritious.

Here's All I Know: That The World Is Uncontrollable. Chaos Reigns. That Anything And Everything Might Be Possible. I Won't Subscribe To Any Rational System Again. Nothing Will Bind Me.

Imbecile!" The Chef Shouted. "next Time Why Don't You Just Put Your Whole Hand In The Food, Hey? Yes, Your Whole Hand, Or Maybe Your Face! I Arrange The Food On Plates With Care, Are You Understanding What I Am Telling You? It Is Part Of The Art Form Of Cooking, Yes? A Lovely Plate Of Food Is A Thing Of Beauty! And Then You, Numbskull, Come Along And Put Your Fat Greasy Fingers All Over My Plate, And Shake The Plate, And Move My Food All Around The Plate Until It Looks Like Pigs' Vomit!" "chef Vlad!" I Cried Out In Delight.