Steve and Dirk's task. The following story is rated PG
Steve, Dirk and Eddie make it back to Dirk's place and Michael was already there waitin' for 'em.
Mike: What happened to y'all?
Dirk: ....
Steve: ....Nothing ^_^
Dirk: ^_^'''
Eddie: (whispers to Mike) I'll tell ya later ^_~
So they all go inside and Steve and Dirk start to cook.
Dirk: This whole pack of pasta will serve 4. You guys gonna eat?
Mike: That depends. If you get it right, I'll have some. If not, I'll laugh at ya :D
Dirk: ¬.¬
Steve: How about you Eddie?
Eddie: Oh I'm just here for the show :)
Steve: ....ok. So first we have to cook the pasta. You got a pot?
Dirk: Uh...
Steve: Dirk...do, you, have, a, pot?
Dirk: Sure! ^_^'
Dirk whips out a medium sized stew-pot.
Dirk: Had ya goin' didn't I? :D
Steve: ¬.¬
Steve filled the pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. Meanwhile Dirk searched for a skillet. He eventually found one. He put the skillet on the stove (duh) and heated 1/4 cup of olive oil in it.
Mike: Ain't y'all gotta cut this stuff up?
Steve; Oh yeah! Thanks. Hey Dirk.....you got any knives?
Dirk: Yes Steve.
Eddie: That's disturbing to know. Why do you have 'em? You don't cook! You don't need 'em in case of a burgalry! All you have to do is look at the guy and he'll run! It-
Steve: Just be quiet Eddie.
Steve takes a chopping knife and starts to chop up the parsley, garlic and chilli peppers. Eddie takes a pepper and eats it. Everyone looked at him in horror.
Eddie: .....what?
Dirk/Steve/Mike: ˇO.O!
Eddie: Oh this? Eh don't wory about it. Mexicans have this special power when it comes to eating spicy stuff......
Mike: Hey Dirk, that skillet is smoking.
Dirk: Sh*t!
Steve: .....
Dirk: ....f*ck!
Dirk turned the skillet off and turned the fan on.
Mike: Well y'all on your way to disaster!
Steve: C'mon. All we did was burn some oil. We can do that over ^_^
Mike: Uh huh.
Eddie: Hey, can I have some water? Or better yet, some ICE?
Dirk gave Eddie a tray full of ice and snickered.
Eddie: ¬.¬
Mike: Ain't it time for the pasta to go in the water?
Steve: Ok thank you Michael....
Mike: heh heh heh...
Steve puts the pasta in the boiling water, turns the setting to medium and covers it. Dirk cleaned the skillet and put fresh oil in it. Now it's time to cook the shrimp.
Steve: Uh Dirk?
Dirk: Yeah?
Steve: Do you know how to prepare these things?
Dirk: Uh...
Mike: I do!
Steve/Dirk: ¬.¬ Ok how?
Mike: First of all, (grabs a shrimp) you take the tail and break it off like this. Then you take the rest of the shell off, like this.
Steve and Dirk pay close attention to Michael's instructions.
Mike: Then you take a small knife and split the back open...
Steve/Dirk: O.O
Mike: And all this brown/orange stuff comes out, along with a little black vien....
Dirk turned green and Steve went to vomit. Dirk rushed after him.
Mike: heh heh heh...
Steve and Dirk come back back.
Steve: Dirk....
Dirk: Steve....
Steve: You should've gotten the prepared shrimp....
Dirk: I didn't have time to look for it.
Mike: That pot is boiling over.
Steve: Oh for cryin' out-
Steve took the top off the pot and stirred the pasta. While Steve did that, Dirk tried to bribe Michael to do the shrimp fo them.
Mike: Y'all supposed to be the one's cookin'.
Dirk: C'mon man! Just this one favor!
Steve: What are you doing Dirk?
Dirk: Nothing! ^_^
Steve: C'mon let's do these shrimp (gulp).
So they slave away preparing the shrimp. After they were finally done (and so was the pasta), they cleaned the shrimp and prepared to cook them.
Steve: I'll sauté the parsley and stuff. You can take a break ^_^
Dirk: Thanks!
Dirk immediately ran to the bathroom.
Eddie: Hey bring some asprin back with ya!!
Mike: What's wrong with you?
Eddie: I think I ate too much ice...Ow.
Steve sautéd the parsley and stuff, added the wine and nutmeg, then finally added the shrimp.He turned the heat down and let the stuff simmer.
Steve: See Mike? I told ya we could do it! ^_^
Mike: Yeah wutevah. But it was fun watchin' y'all mess up first! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! Where's Dirk?
Eddie: Don't tell me he's still in the bathroom!!
Steve: Oh he's just combing his hair.
Eddie/Mike: Oooohhhhhh.
So they had succeeded in their task to cook lunch! it was 4:30 p.m. but who cares? They did it!
The End