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Survivor

Poop of the bat.

A little chewier than I normally like.

Boom!

Like icecubes.

I dislike fighting.

Mmm, ham popsicle!

For tenderizing boeuf!

How eerie.

I make do with the ingredients at hand.

Hard Shell Tacos

Time to catch myself some dinner.

When in Rome...

Soothing.

Still cold.

Vanilla ice.

A temperature stone.

Hot!

It's warming up nicely.

Why would anyone flambe a bush?

A touch overdone.

It's a hedge.

I could shave it like a carrot.

A garden variety wall.

I build myself a garden patio.

I do need to find a place for this.

Those horns would make great roasting spits.

It's too bad I couldn't use this to roast wieners on.

Hippopotamoose Antler

Could I fry those wings as well?

Hogus Porkusator

Who lives here?

Overcooked.

What's the use in a sign around here?

Nectar of the gods!

Just add milk!

Comfort food!

Junk food is my guilty pleasure. Shh!

There's still some hairs inside.

Spice up my life!

Angry chien!

Hmm, soup stock...

Fire in the kitchen!

It smells wet.

Better to lose a tooth than your tongue!

That's ice.

The ice box, my second-most loyal culinary companion.

The heat is sweetly beat!

Ah. Refreshing.

Must I wear it?

Away, frozen diable!

Whistle while you work!

It's still running.

A small luxury.