Whole stuffed camel. Camel. Stuffed with a sheep. Stuffed with chickens. Stuffed with fish. Stuffed with eggs. Baked in a trench for 2 days.Plovers, bustards, dates, etc. optional…
Casu Marzi. A whole giant wheel of it. I will use this to make my escape!
I’ll take the entrails of the person who will execute me.
Not the person who would execute me, if I hadn’t been served his or her entrails, nor the entrails of the alternative-world analog of the person who will execute me, but the entrails of the universe-specific person who will, in fact, execute me, the ones that would be in his or her bowels at the time I’m eating them, but for the fact that you’ll have had them removed, cleaned thoroughly and sauteed with shallots and white wine.
Depending on how these things work, I suppose it’s possible that the resulting paradox won’t blow a hole in the multiverse big enough to destroy a million realities in every transdirection, but even if it doesn’t, at least I’ll have me §revenge in a small way.
ETA: And just to be safe, I’ll have their brain, deep fried and dusted in powdered sugar with a scoop of ice cream and a sauce made from their soul for dessert.
I know I won’t be hungry so I’ll order a bowl of that stuff that Simon made for River, just to find out if Jayne was right and it does smell like crotch.
The Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster will obviously be included in my request.
braised trake
buttered ermal
funistrada
king farouk’s last meal (include the cigar and the busty blonde sitting beside him.)
The universe of the Elvenbane series, where unicorns are beautiful, stupid, and insanely aggressive. And the unicorns of the Garret series were nasty bastards, even if sentient.
The ambrosia thing probably wouldn’t work out so well if you ordered it in the UK…
No no, you want the root, from the Tree-of-life, not the fruit. I’ll take a few julienned and deep fried, served with ketchup and fry sauce.
Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters are too fancy for me. For simplicity’s sake, gimmie some of that Ol’ Janx spirit.
I’d want a small brontosaurus steak topped with a passenger pigeon egg, washed down with Miruvor. Because, why not?
Fair enough - really, as long as it’s something sufficiently rare to make the environmentalists cringe, I’m happy. I would point out, though, that I don’t see why I should worry about Aslan or anyone else coming after me. I mean, what are they going to do, have me executed? (Aslan doesn’t seem the torturing type.)
What about ambrosia chopped into small pieces and mixed with marshmallows, mandarine orange slices and cherries in a sweetened sour cream dressing? Surely that would allay the warden’s suspicion, in the US, anyway.
Though it may also arouse his contempt. Horrible stuff, ambrosia.
Now that, my friend, is quality thinking. Make the system work *for* you.
I don’t see why not. And now that I think on it, the Unicorns of Phaze qualify. Of course they’re badasses in their own right, but they’re not Aslan or even St. Michael level.
:: silly hat off ::
It was that sort of thought that inspired the thread, actually. I’m makng a replica of my mother’s chicken casserole and lemon cheesecake for Sunday dinner, and though my nieces and sisters claim it is just like Mom’s, in fact I know better. Mom had a special something or other she didn’t tell even me about.
:: silly hat on ::
Too easy. I’m not suicidal enough to go against Metatron, but it’ll be Phaze unicorns I’ll be murdering. Anything less would not be sporting.
How do you expect me, of all people, to get in and out of Narnia without earning the Great Lion’s ire? Maybe Polycarp or Mr Dibble could, but they wouldn’t be murdering unicorns.
Oh, right. Sorry, that was selfish of me, wasn’t it?
I’ve changed my mind: I want the meet-the-meat from the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. As a vegetarian, it’s the only meat I’ll eat, and your vegetarian options are all crap - you won’t even serve me ambrosia!
I appreciate it might take a while to get this food. That’s OK; I’ll wait.
Probably will take until the end of the universe.
Sadly from your POV, no matter how long it takes by the caterers’ subjective measure to pick up & deliver your meal, from your POV it will be available almost immediately after the order is put in.
And I never said that RhymerInc wouldn’t serve you ambrosia. I said that I doubt the guards would let ambrosia be served and will likely be stolen. silenus has already come up with a viable alternative.
I choose potatoes of mind control.
How come?
Oh, so you’re running a corrupt business now? Pfft. And I’m the one in jail.