His Speech Failed To Rouse An Enthusiastic

Imbecile!" The Chef Shouted. "next Time Why Don't You Just Put Your Whole Hand In The Food, Hey? Yes, Your Whole Hand, Or Maybe Your Face! I Arrange The Food On Plates With Care, Are You Understanding What I Am Telling You? It Is Part Of The Art Form Of Cooking, Yes? A Lovely Plate Of Food Is A Thing Of Beauty! And Then You, Numbskull, Come Along And Put Your Fat Greasy Fingers All Over My Plate, And Shake The Plate, And Move My Food All Around The Plate Until It Looks Like Pigs' Vomit!" "chef Vlad!" I Cried Out In Delight.

We Did It!" I Said, Feeling Limp With Relief. "it Actually Worked!" Dr. Turgenev Rubbed His Forehead. "i Had Very Big Doubts." "big Doubts?" I Said Weakly. The Russian Scientist Shrugged. "i Am Pessimist," He Said.

It's Somewhat Disquieting That The Same Parents And Educators Who Are Horrified By The Notion Of Child Soldiers Have Bestowed Upon 'the Hunger Games' A Double Mantle Of Critical Praise And Global Bestsellerdom.

The Preface? Why Would He Waste Time With The Preface? Skip The Preface And Move On To The Meat Of The Thing!

His Speech Failed To Rouse An Enthusiastic Cheer, But No One Dared Contradict Him.