[... Oh. Oh wait. It's just a tiger. No need for panic then.
Which means all systems switch to indignant rage at his thinking spot being defiled by a goddamn predator. The chef leans forward on his hands, glaring at the beast]
OI! Go hunt somewhere else! [There's plenty of forest and plenty of deer! So scram, son.]
[Action]
Which means all systems switch to indignant rage at his thinking spot being defiled by a goddamn predator. The chef leans forward on his hands, glaring at the beast]
OI! Go hunt somewhere else! [There's plenty of forest and plenty of deer! So scram, son.]