But the hardest part wasn’t following the spaghetti code that made up that recipe, but getting the ingredients — in particular, he had to get someone still ’live within a certain district o’ the city, based on complex calculations o’ the moon’s position relative to the earth. So he had to plan hard to decide who to capture & the way in which he’d do it — without getting caught, ’course. Nothing ruined a topaz tortellini like hard prison.
But ’twas always worth it when Chef Torte finally bit into that tortellini & felt that sweet-&-sour lymph stretch its succulent arms down his tongue.