One fine day in a small restaurant in a small town by a small river in
a small county of France, there was a chef named Le-Faice. Le-Faice
was a big butch Frenchman who took enormous pride in his strange and
unusual variety of cuisine... until one day when a young waiter
requested a squid for one of the customers. "The squid must be mild-
mannered, green of colour, and have a moustache!" exclaimed the
waiter.
"No problem!" replied Le-Faice, "We have one left."
But there were problems, for as Le-Faice prepared to slaughter the
freak squid, he couldn't help noticing how cute it looked sitting on
his chopping board. In fact, after 3 attempts at raising his cleaver
to kill the squid, a tear rolled down his cheek with pity. "I can not
do it!" he cried "I can not kill this poor defenceless, mild-mannered,
moustached squid of the green complexion".
So, Le-Faice grabbed Hans (the German dish-washer) and gave him the
cleaver. "Kill!" shouted Le-Faice, pointing at the squid, but Hans was
weak and was also unable to bring harm to such a cute looking thing.
And you know what that means?
Hans that does dishes is as soft as Le-Faice with mild green hairy-
lipped squids!
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