We wanted to brighten up your experience at this establishment. I hope it wasn't too shocking.
Waiter! There's a waiter in my soup!
Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt and vicious, they have more need of masters.
-Benjamin Franklin
Sorry, I'm only filling in for the waiter who has gone missing. I'd better get the chef to tell him that the waiter was here, all along.
Waiter! There someone in my soup, eating it all up!
Thank you, Ma'am. I've had orders from Mama and Papa Bear to call them in to deal with Miss Goldilocks personally if she tries her antics anywhere else.
Waiter, there's a koala in my soup!
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
I didn't think that we were the type of institution that routinely used Eucalyptus leaves to make soup! Please choose something less exotic to sup on, whilst I fish out the poor little darling Koala quickly, and phone Wildlife Rescue!
Waiter! There is an emu in my soup!
Yes, ma'am - that tends to happen when you request animal crackers in your soup.
Waiter, there's a bottle of ketchup in my soup!
Death is swallowed up in victory.
Yes, the new trainee kitchenhand is an Australian who thought you needed extra tomato flavouring in the tomato soup you said that you wanted, not knowing that ketchup and Aussie tomato sauce are the same thing.
Waiter! There are lots of jalapenos in my soup!
I suppose the definition of "a little spice" is different for everyone. So sorry!
Waiter! There's a flamethrower in my soup!
Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt and vicious, they have more need of masters.
-Benjamin Franklin
Er, my apologies! How hot and spicy did you say that you needed to have your hot curried soup? Enough to need a visit from the Fire Brigade? The flame thrower was just an extra precaution, and I'm glad for you that you didn't really need it.
Waiter! There is a whole layer of ice cubes on top of my soup!
Well, you did say you wanted 'really flash soup', madam!
Waiter, there's a set of small tools 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."