So THAT'S where that went!
Waiter, there's a pin in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Didn't you want a prize for finishing your soup?
Waiter, there's a puzzle piece in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Oh, so that's where the missing last piece went!
Waiter, there's an ice cube in my soup!
N-Web sis of stardf, _Rillian_, & jerenda
Proud to be Sirya the Madcap Siren
Ma'am, vichyssoise is supposed to be served cold.
Waiter, there's a fork in my soup!
But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.
Indeed, yes. The use of a spoon to obtain the dumplings has proved a most time consuming and frustrating endeavor.
Waiter, there’s a piece of sandpaper in my soup!
You asked for a soup that was smooth.
Waiter, there are dice in my soup!
Movie Aristotle, AKA Risto
Well, I'm glad you took a chance on it.
Waiter, there's a TV remote in my soup!
N-Web sis of stardf, _Rillian_, & jerenda
Proud to be Sirya the Madcap Siren
Yes, that's our trademark Tasty Victual technology, allowing you to adjust the flavor to your specifications with just the click of a button.
Waiter, there's a swan in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Yes, you look so elegant we gave you a little swan to symbolise grace and elegance!
Waiter, there's a gum snake in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Gummy bears are out of season.
Waiter, there’s a straw in my soup.
Movie Aristotle, AKA Risto
Oh, this isn't soup. It's just a very shallow smoothie!
Waiter, there's a button in my soup!
N-Web sis of stardf, _Rillian_, & jerenda
Proud to be Sirya the Madcap Siren
Dreadfully sorry about this. Instead of writing down you wanted custom made soup, I wrote tailor made.
Waiter, there’s a leprechaun in my soup!
Oh dear, there WAS originally a pot of gold in there, but he must have got to it first, t' be sure, t' be sure...
Waiter, there's a salamander in my soup!
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Didn't you order the flaming hot soup? Why else would a salamander appear?
Waiter, there's a glass bottle in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Is there a ship inside it?
Waiter, there's a microchip in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."