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| Denim: Now, they each want an ounce of chips, right? Pocket: Uh, it might help if you got off the plate. Denim: Right. I think I can handle the chips, boss. Pocket: All right, I'll start on the lettuce, you hit the beans next. |
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| Denim: Workin' the beans, workin' the beans, Daleks come rejoicin', workin' the beans..." |
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| Pocket: Phew! Washing and drying the lettuce takes longer than I thought. |
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| Denim: How you doing, boss? The beans are hot, and the hot pads are cool! Pocket: Oh good, you can help me chop the lettuce. Denim: Oh...joy. |
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| Pocket: No, they like their lettuce chopped smaller than that. Denim: I thought you said chopped, not Exterminated? Pocket: They don't want the large pieces of lettuce to fall off their chips. Less lip, mister, and more chopping! |
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| Pocket: Oh good, you remembered Master likes his cheese microwaved on the chips before spreading the beans. Denim: Don't you have more lettuce to chop? |
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| Denim: I like how you made Master's sour cream and salsa resemble a flower. Pocket: You won't tell the others about that, will you? Denim: Your secret is safe with me, boss. |
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| Pocket: I think that's everything. Denim: You think they'd mind if we had a taste. Pocket: We'd better not. Nachos can be addictive. One taste, and.... |
"Hey, how's it going in there, you two?"
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| Denim: Wow, you weren't kidding! Pocket: Quick, grab the chips and the scale. Hurry! |
By the time Pocket and Denim brought out our plates, my wife and I were ravenous. But they made our nachos just the way we like them, so I shouldn't complain. The only strange thing is that I thought I had another head of lettuce in the fridge. And...my bag of chips is nearly empty? Pocket, Denim! Can you come here for a moment?
Dragon Dave
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