Quiet! Quiet I whispered a loud a as could

Quiet! Quiet I whispered a loud a as could to myself. My tendinitis was screaming at me and would not obey. The click clack clunk as I cocked the pistol was all but inaudible to me

So, taking aim, I realized at that very moment that I was pointing the gun at 4 clowns that needed to shave. No I mean real clowns, What has come over me? I then moved to

Södertälje. I applied as refugee to a bunch of other places but I got provisional refugee status in Södertälje. At the interview they insisted I eat a plate of surstromming

drenched in mustard. I refused, and was then offered an alternative – köttbullar with lingonsylt. Never being one to pass up on a plate of köttbully goodness, I

realized that this was as obvious of a trap as that time with the Sirens in New Zeland. Performing a stylish backflip, I dodged the flying meal - and the TNT inside. "Food Fight!"

"Today is a good day to fry!" I shouted, exploding beef grazing my hair. "That wasn't wry," said the chef, "that was just a bad pun!" He caught my deepfryer upside the face.

And that's how waffle fries were invented.

Hince Belgians and the French negotiated a cease-fire through culinary expertise. Other meldings like American Cheese and Greek Olives didn't fare as well. The IHOP was a neutral

place where the treaty could be signed, and the peace lasted for years until the Olive Garden attacks of 97. The resulting wars ravaged the intercontinental food industries.