Bishop was exhausted. He had no more reserves and a throbbing headache was building behind his eyes. He tried to focus, but this time he was somehow distracted. He suddenly realised, that he had not eaten anything since he got here and maybe he was low on sugar. It was therefore no surprise...at least to him...of what had happened to his translation.nocando
You are all going to cry. Only two serpents of you are here today and would be cooked in a big kettle. Every pan is scarce in this first faction. If we say it's hot, we need a goddamn plier. But the real chef is the man who fries even though it's rare. Some meals will be turned over at night in a minute in the fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real chef never lets his fear of rare meat overpower his hunger, his sense of dignity to his tablemates, and his innate meathood.