GREETINGS FROM ASGARDI am Commodore Jim. And as you can see, I am a viking (don't mind my eyes. That's just my laser vision). But today, I will take a break from roaring as my mighty hammer snaps the bones of my pathetic enemies. What will I do instead? I shall bake
BROWNIES! RRRRAAAARRRRGH!...first I will need a bowl.
This will not do. My helm belongs on my head.
Much better. Now then, before I go any further, I must fire up the flames of Ragnarok!
and by that I mean the oven.
NOW THEN, I shall dual wield 2/3rds of a cup of water and 2/3rds of a cup of vegetable
bloooood oil.
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Now I must crack TWO WHOLE EGGS. Now, how should I go about this...
THIS IS PERFECT. HERE WE GO! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWRGH!The eggs have been defeated.
Their guts go into the bowl.
RIGHT THEN! ON TO
THE BROWNIE MIX! WITH THREE KINDS OF CHOCOLATEI
disembowel open the bags and pour out
their innards the chocolate.
Now it is time to stir!
For
EVERAlright! THE TRIAL OF STIRRING IS FINALLY DONE. Now to find a suitable vessel for the batter's journey to the Ovenworld.
This should do nicely.
Mmmm, chocolatey.
Want to lick the spatula? Too bad.
Into the fires of despair you go.
And the timer is set! Now I must do something to pass the time.
*crunch crunch*
Ah! The timer has beeped! TO
BATTLE THE KITCHEN!
They burn with the passion of combat! Or, you know, because they just came out of the oven.
Remember to turn off the oven, unless you wish your homestead to go up in blaze of culinary glory.
Now then, I must wait for this pan of brownies to cool off!
Hmmm, quite intriguing.
Ah, they should be cool now.
SKREE SKREE SKREE SKREE!
And behold. The noble brownie, with a glass of milk as cold as the frozen Norse wastelands...
...and you get none of them.