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{{quote|'''Maitre D''': And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.<br />
{{quote|'''Maitre D''': And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
'''Mr Creosote''': No. <br />
'''Mr Creosote''': No.
'''Maitre D''': Oh sir! It's only a tiny little thin one.<br />
'''Maitre D''': Oh sir! It's only a tiny little thin one.
'''Mr Creosote''': No. Fuck off - I'm full... <br />
'''Mr Creosote''': No. Fuck off - I'm full...
'''Maitre D''': Oh sir... it's only wafer thin.<br />
'''Maitre D''': Oh sir... it's only wafer thin.
'''Mr Creosote''': Look - I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.<br />
'''Mr Creosote''': Look - I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.
'''Maitre D''': Oh sir, just... just one...<br />
'''Maitre D''': Oh sir, just... just one...
'''Mr Creosote''': Oh all right. Just one.<br />
'''Mr Creosote''': Oh all right. Just one.
'''Maitre D''': Just the one, sir... voila... bon appetit...<br />
'''Maitre D''': Just the one, sir... voila... bon appetit...
''(As the Maitre D' takes cover, Mr. Creosote swallows the mint, expands and then blows up dramatically, [[Squick|spewing vomit and guts on everyone and showing his open rib cage and still beating heart]].)''<br />
''(As the Maitre D' takes cover, Mr. Creosote swallows the mint, expands and then blows up dramatically, [[Squick|spewing vomit and guts on everyone and showing his open rib cage and still beating heart]].)''<br />
'''Maitre D''': Thank you, sir, and now the check.|''[[Monty Python's The Meaning of Life]]''}}
'''Maitre D''': Thank you, sir, and now the check.|''[[Monty Python's The Meaning of Life]]''}}

Latest revision as of 07:56, 8 August 2014


Maitre D: And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
Mr Creosote: No.
Maitre D: Oh sir! It's only a tiny little thin one.
Mr Creosote: No. Fuck off - I'm full...
Maitre D: Oh sir... it's only wafer thin.
Mr Creosote: Look - I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.
Maitre D: Oh sir, just... just one...
Mr Creosote: Oh all right. Just one.
Maitre D: Just the one, sir... voila... bon appetit...
(As the Maitre D' takes cover, Mr. Creosote swallows the mint, expands and then blows up dramatically, spewing vomit and guts on everyone and showing his open rib cage and still beating heart.)

Maitre D: Thank you, sir, and now the check.