The dining room was even larger than the living room. A large table filled most of it, and on it were plates with exotic-looking appetizers on them. The appetizers somewhat resemble fried calamari with ice cream on them.
When the first person, B.B., opened the door, a very eager man in a chef’s outfit immediately shook his hand, shocking B.B. On the chef’s hat was his nametag, and engraved on it was ‘Kirbydamasta’. On his chef hat there were two other hats stacked on, one a fedora and the other a top hat, and everyone wondered how he managed to keep them standing straight.
Kirby: Welcome, welcome! Ah, I’ve been preparing tonight’s meal with love, so please do sit down, honored guests! Yes, yes, there are your nameplates in front of the seat you’re supposed to take! Oh my, Mr. Kazbar, your shoes look dashing tonight! Yes, dashing indeed! Is that a speck of dust? Should I get the vacuum cleaner out? No? Very well, then please take your seat. Do you need anything, Mr. Metalslugg? May I take your coat, Mr. Catastrophy? Oh, you’re not wearing any? Are you sure you’re not feeling too cold tonight? Do you want me to reheat your appetizer?
Most of the guests were fazed by the very spirited chef, and went to their respective seats to avoid his nagging questions. Some of the guys were rather tipsy because of the drinks they just had, and XIII started to eat the napkin while resistance_pro looked at his own napkin, as if wondering how it tasted.
Another waiter, who had been standing silently all the time, stepped forward after all the guests settled down.
Waiter: Ahem, dearest guests, please let me introduce myself. You may call me Natwaf and it is with deepest pride, and greatest pleasure, that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite you to sit back and relax, let us pull up a chair, while the dining room proudly presents…your dinner!
Natwaf: Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test!
The waiter inexplicably began to sing and dance. Much to the surprise of the guests, the other staff joined him, although not as fast as Dizzy, who jumped to the table when he heard the first note.
Cody, Bigwig, Kirby: We tell jokes
Natwaf: I do tricks, with my fellow candlesticks!
Everyone: And it's all in perfect taste; that you can bet! Come on and lift your glass
Natwaf: You've won your own free pass, to be out guest, be our guest, be our guest!
The musical continued for a short while and afterwards, everyone went back to their seats, wondering what just happened.
Natwaf: Thank you for listening to our small performance. Now please enjoy your meal.
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Oh, I am one yet many.