Glad you could bake it, Uther
Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the waiter, but I'm still your superior as a chef.
As if I could forghetti. Listen, there's something about the plaguette you should knead. Oh no! It's too late! These peopleroni have all been infectedanana! They may look al dante now, but it's a matter of thyme before they turn into the undeadable.
What?

This entire citrella must be peeled!
How can you even cook that?! There's got to be some other whey.
Damn it, Umami, as your future chef, I order you to broil this city!
You are not my chef yet, boyardee. Nor would I obey that command if you were!
Then I must consider this an act of seasoning.
Seasoning? Have you sauced your mince, Arthas?!
Have I? Lord Umami, by my right of succession and sovereignty of my crown of roast pork, I hereby rehydrate you from your commandard and suspenderoni your pepperoni from service!
Arthas, you can't just-
DING
It's done! For those of you who have the will to taste this flan, follow me! The rest of you... get out of my kitchen.
You've just tossed a terrible salad, Arthas.
Jaina?
I'm sorry Arthas... I can't watch you cook this.