What does it taste like? What does it taste like?!

What does garlic taste like? What does ginger taste like? What does broth taste like? What do bean sprouts taste like? What do noodles taste like? What does beef taste like? What does bean sprouts and broth taste like? What does noodles and garlic and beef taste like? What does noodles and spinach and broth and bean sprouts and radishes and beef taste like?

And the egg!

The egg!!!!!

Mmmgghhh! The egg!!!!!!!

The, hrm. The egg? The egg does fit on a spoon, but that can’t possibly be right. Have you ever seen anyone eat half an egg in one bite? Of course not, nobody has the time to get that fancy when you’re getting eggs to-go. And nobody has room for anything on a spoon except half an egg, and if that was the point of it, then why not give you the egg on a whole other dish? Why not have a few eggs on a dish? Why not a bowl of ramen with a little bonus bowl of eggs for your Best Customer, huh???? Think about it. And while you’re thinking about it, cut this egg with chopsticks, it’s soft enough, wait, oh no, it’s a slippery little thing, it’s going everywhere, how do you track down bits of egg white when they’re hiding in the noodles? Well, there’s a bit of egg white, a bit of yolk, and noodles, and broth, and radish, and beef, and that’ll have to do, and what does [i]that[/i] taste like?!

Point is, you’ve got to really take your time with a vengeance. Somebody put a lot of work into that revenge, and it’d be rude not to properly savor it. 

Do you want to know what it looks like too? Yes? No? Perhaps? Because these cuts of beef are [i]immaculate.[/i] Hard to believe they all came from a single slice.

Mmm? Oh, right, yes, how it tastes, of course, of course. How does it taste?

Well he can’t tell you [i]that[/i], not while he’s eating. He may be an Evil Space Sheep but he does have some manners, you know. And. Besides. There’s a lot of vengeance to be had. Which he will bumble his way through, at a sheeply pace, and the only thing you’ll hear from him is the soft “mmm”-ing of someone enjoying a good meal, and the gentle brush of a fluffy little tail as it flicks against the stool he’s been perched on, and he won’t look Shanna’s way, not even once, as he gives a brilliant audition for the role of Best Customer. (He didn’t even look when he snapped the chopsticks perfectly in half, splinter-free, on the first attempt.)