Daring adventurer/archaeologist and third cousin, twice-removed, Alberta Jones, is cavorting around Scandinavia on some sort of archaeological dig/cultural exchange. While he's enjoying the beauty of Norway and Sweden, I have a colleague of his staying with us. Meet Bjarni the Beserker Bunny. He's just a wee bit crazy. Arriving late last night, we didn't get much of a chance to get acquainted so it was a bit of a shock this morning when I woke up, stumbled into the kitchen and was greeted with this..
|I WANT BISCUITS!|
Yeah, right. Like I deal well with being told what to do... I smiled politely and shuffled my way to the fridge to make myself some breakfast. I became alarmed when he climbed up onto the counter and got all in my bizniz.
|You bake 'em or I break 'em.|
Word of warning - if a mini beserker bunny threatens you with a hammer, I recommend you do what he says.
|Sweet Bejeebus...NOOOOOOOOO! I'll bake! I'll bake!|
What had I got myself into, agreeing to this stupid cultural exchange? Wait, I don't actually remember agreeing to anything... Oh well, I'm stuck with him for now so I thought it best not to piss him off anymore. I mixed together baking powder, salt, and half whole wheat/half white flour. The beautiful white powder reminded Bjarni of his homeland and he became a bit nostalgic.
|Ahhhhh - making snow beserker bunnies reminds me of my childhood.|
|Roll....roll....roll...come on you maggot...roll!|
|I'm the King of Biscuit Mountain!!!!|
|Where's the butter, bitch?!|