Minced Melvin is where it’s at.

Your content is great! Their universe seems so rich but it’s unveiled slowly. There’s something about the color palette and lines used I can’t quite describe. It’s raw, but simultaneously broken up and diffused. Please keep creating.

Yeah its exactly like a Pokemon. I had no idea they went “kiwi kiwi” in a cute voice like this.

Do they eat barns?

I transferred from a middle school in a different county and showering was required at their junior high. Compulsory fully nude showers seems kinda weird looking back Not that long ago either, pretty sure it was well after that was a common practice.

Crimping and folding it around the edge of the pan or the foil itself. Foil can hold in the steam of a pan in the oven or a foil pack on a campfire, for practical purposes that’s air tight. If you’re trying to contain superheated helium then it’s a different story.

Foil isn’t air tight?

Wasps are pretty chill unless you’re being the asshole.

Woah that’s my name too

Stuck in my cabana…

Woah, do you have any other interesting info on early earth?

Where did the Sun’s energy come from?

At that point, what quit?

Must have had you wishing for a nuclear winter.

No, only Nissans. It says right there.

I didn’t think war was often fought just for the sport of battle.

Because he’s been through the desert on a horse with no rain?

It’s probably a slight mistranslation so I don’t mean any offense but, I’m finding"entry-level restaurant" hilarious.

Imagine Alexander, who after years of hard work and dedication to his craft finally moves on to a professional level restaurant. On the way in he sees an overconfident novice kitted out in the newest gear, silk napkin smoldering at his side. Escaping from singed mustache hairs a rasp can be heard, “Don’t eat the fire… Don’t eat… The fire.”

“Poor guy never stood a chance, came here having never even seen a flambe?? I’ve trained for this, I’ve got this, I might not have the best gear but those forks and knives become a part of me when it’s time to dine”.

Alexander reassures him self, attempting to squelch the nerves steaming from his soul.

His teeth grit, hands clench, breath ceases for just a moment upon hearing the words.

“Do you have a reservation?”

Suddenly the seriousness of the situation struck Alexander, then with a cool confident sigh he knew he would succeed. No plate, bowl, or flaming pan would stop him.

Hey it’s a goomba!

I’ve done this in the past and it works great. Canadian coverage was much more calm and their commercials far less disruptive than what I was used to.