Who are you gonna believe? Some dusty old stories, or someone who was there?
He didn't stop at just potatoes, either. His whole idea of cooking was mashing everything together into one big mess no matter what the ingredients were; all while singing that damn song of his! Sure, it was funny watching the other knights' reactions, but I still had to eat it eventually! [ In her room. Alone. Like a loser. ]
And then there were the comments! "Be sure to take more vegetables with you, Sir Mordred!" "Are you eating enough, Sir Mordred? You don't seem to be growing at all..." Where the hell did he get off, actin' like he was everyone's big brother?
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He didn't stop at just potatoes, either. His whole idea of cooking was mashing everything together into one big mess no matter what the ingredients were; all while singing that damn song of his! Sure, it was funny watching the other knights' reactions, but I still had to eat it eventually! [ In her room. Alone. Like a loser. ]
And then there were the comments! "Be sure to take more vegetables with you, Sir Mordred!" "Are you eating enough, Sir Mordred? You don't seem to be growing at all..." Where the hell did he get off, actin' like he was everyone's big brother?