More about the culinary self-gratification later. For now, I have a Crime Against Humanity to report.
I can't find the tweezers.
Were they stolen? Are they hidden in someone's room? Did one of my flown birds take this precious, critical tool with them? Who knows? Who cares? The important thing is that I need them and I can't find them. That alone is worthy of a towering rage.
I just wish someone was here to feel my wrath.
|More precious than carbuncles, whatever carbuncles are.|