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We had the best table at the very edge of creation. Our waiter ( the Devil you know ) looking so debonaire and almost human rattling off an expensive menu. Embarrassingly I had to have it translated into Mortal. The Devil's faux supernatural accent really grated and I could detect a slight Aberystwyth tone. "Now, this night of nights we are serving a very rare Kraken fried in a rich imagination. Or a superb Leviathan basted in delicious mythological sauce. I'm afraid the slightly sautéed souls are off. And to drink we have the finest minds ( from all time ) our cellars are the envy of the Imaginary. Or may I be so bold as to suggest the latest universe? Or a sparkling non-alcoholic sub-conscious. And for starters? Some screams perhaps?" God burps: "I pray thee, pardon!" I apologised said I had already eaten in a previous life and that I was anyway a dreamatarian. But if I could have a glass of H2O? I listened to the table talk understanding very little I didn't speak fluent Creationese. I politely made my excuses and left ...before the after dinner speeches.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
A DISH FIT FOR THE GODS
We had the best table at the very edge of creation. Our waiter ( the Devil you know ) looking so debonaire and almost human rattling off an expensive menu. Embarrassingly I had to have it translated into Mortal. The Devil's faux supernatural accent really grated and I could detect a slight Aberystwyth tone. "Now, this night of nights we are serving a very rare Kraken fried in a rich imagination. Or a superb Leviathan basted in delicious mythological sauce. I'm afraid the slightly sautéed souls are off. And to drink we have the finest minds ( from all time ) our cellars are the envy of the Imaginary. Or may I be so bold as to suggest the latest universe? Or a sparkling non-alcoholic sub-conscious. And for starters? Some screams perhaps?" God burps: "I pray thee, pardon!" I apologised said I had already eaten in a previous life and that I was anyway a dreamatarian. But if I could have a glass of H2O? I listened to the table talk understanding very little I didn't speak fluent Creationese. I politely made my excuses and left ...before the after dinner speeches.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
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