Dinner Time

Osiris was eating The Winged City"s National Dish. It was called Fillet Montenegro. It was a blend of fish and beef with pasta loaded with cheese. He ate his third plate and helped himself to the next plate. He devoured his fourth plate down, guzzling down a bottle of old wine that was made at least five thousand years ago. He tossed the empty glass bottle to the side. Breathing heavily, burping loudly. All of his dinner associates watched him like a lazy fat fucking pig that just knows how to eat and roll up and down in mud. After dinner was finished, dessert was served. Dessert was blubber from a sea creature called the Leviathan. The blubber tasted like chocolate and vanilla cake drowned in syrup and Hershey chocolate. Osiris looked at blubber and had a disgusted look on his face. He did not favor it but it was a national dessert dish. Adam analyzed Osiris's and smiled. Osiris tossed the blubber to the side and got out of his chair stepping on it turning it to mush with his feet. He kicked the plate to the side growing angry. " As of this day, I never want to see this disgusting dessert in presence." "Do you all fucking understand me?"