Niples "Preparing for Ambassadors reception"

Ambassador Seymour NiplesAmbassadors Suite
Seymour stirred the pieces of succulent chicken in the frying pan and sprinkled more piri-piri spices on top. He smiled inwardly at himself as he smelled the food cook.
"Ahh, I am such a brilliant cook!" he said to himself and added the white wine sauce.
Suddenly the door burst open to the large Ambassadors quarters and Efof ran in, sat down on the Ambassador’s expensive Ikea sofa and turned on the TV.
Seymour rolled his eyes, although his quarters were admittedly massive, the kitchen area looked onto the lounge area and could be seen clearly, Efof could have seen Seymour as he walked in but seemed way too preoccupied.
"Oh hello Seymour, how are you today, may I please use your television." Seymour mocked to himself loud enough for Efof to hear.
"I don’t know what it was like on Ffion, but its not usually polite to barge into peoples apartment…" the stuffy Ambassador said.
"Ooh look, a dancing monkey, a dancing monkey!!" Efof said jumping up and down on the sofa and pointing at the TV. Seymour left his culinary masterpiece to simmer and walked over.
"Cant you get your own TV Efof?" Seymour said.
"Well I would, but I don’t have a comfy sofa like this, and I’d never be able to afford a widescreen TV like yours, its sooo cool!"
Seymour couched an unsaid signal for Efof to stand up, and as he did, Seymour put a blanket on the sofa hoping that it would keep it clean. Efof had already spilled ribena and ice cream on the felt cushions.
"Why do you have a TV anyway, I never see you watching it?" said Efof.. "All you ever do is cook!"
"I’m forever trying out new recipies, I might just have to correct balance of pepper and origano this time." Seymour went back into the kitchen and shouted back. "I want you to try something I prepared!"
"Ooh is it ships, is it chips?" Efof asked excitedly.
"I thought you told me last week that you were NOT being corrupted by human society, I think we might have done you quite a lot of harm already. Especially that god awfull heavy metal music you like listening to, I don’t think your ffionian ears were designed to listening to music that loud, you might go deaf."
"Wot?"
"I said you might… oh never mind." Seymour handed him a spoon of sauce.
Efof tasted it. "Hmmm needs more…chips!"
Seymour groaned. "You really have the fine cuisine tastes of a stuffed llama don’t you."
Efof ignored the comment and darted into the kitchen, Seymour ran after him to make sure the clumsy Ffionian wouldn’t disturb his cooking. Efof poured himself a glass of orange and went back to the sofa, laughing at the cartoons as he sat down.
"And make sure you use a coaster before putting that drink on the coffee table!" Seymour shouted. "Theres a few in the 3rd closet on the right." He pointed to one of the many closets in the huge apartment.
Efof opened the closet mumbling to himself "its not fair, he treats me like a child, maybe this is what Mr Chrysler was telling me about human parents being stuffy…. It’s a good job my parents were always going to clubs, stripjoints and wife swapping parties or they might have turned out like this, be careful Efof, get a coaster Efof, don’t jump up and down on that delicate priceless Georgian vase Efof…"
He looked in the closet and his Ffionian eyes bulged, a pile of tea, coffee and beverage coasters as high as 2 decks towered above him. He pulled out one and the gigantic pile wobbled. He quickly shut the door as the rest crashed down.
Seymour rolled his eyes and sighed with his hands on his hips. "now I’m going to have to clean that up aren’t I?" he flicked a tea-towel with his wrist. "Now I’ve got a congregation of Ambassadors coming to negotiate this Hymenoptera thingy with me, so I’ll need a clean set of clothes……Efof, can you go and take a basket of my clothes to the laundrette?"
Efof pulled a face of surprise and confusion.
"Laundrette?"
"Yes…..laundrette, where you get your clothes clean…."
Efof looked further confused. "We’re supposed to clean these clothes?"
"What?! You mean….. You havn’t washed your clothes since you’ve been on ship?"
"Well…..erm……no-one ever told me I had too….. And I havn’t ever seen half of the crew wear anything clean, maybe on Saturday nights Dean’s shirt has less curry stains than normal."
"Okay well find someone to ask…. I’m very busy here." A timer in the kitchen ‘dinged’.
"Ooh my asparagus is steamed, and its time for Gardeners World on TV!!!" He pranced back into the kitchen like a girlie-man.<Thought it was about time i posted something!>------------------------ David "Onion" Ball
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