3-第十章:瘦提督的神秘身份(14)
Lark's tongue soup with crunchy
nanodragon heads on the side
ENTREES
Whole roast ox marinated in pickled
Slitherhawk and shark's eyeballs
Double Reptoburger with extra cheese and Picallilli penguins
Live Frog-and-Dormouse soufflés in
Common-or-Garden sauce
PAUSE FOR A VOMIT
LES DESSERTS
Monstrous Nightmare Crème Brulee with
Smoked haddock and chocolate mousse
Sticky toffee Nadder and whelk pudding "Who have you got over there, Prefect?" he drawled, wiping the cream from the third of his chins. Hiccup noticed that he wasn't looking too well. He was covered from head to toe in nasty red bites, and every now and then he reached out a fat arm to scratch his gigantic blubbery behind.
"This," said Alvin grimly, "is the Heir to the Hairy Hooligans."
"The extraordinarily powerful warrior you were telling me about?" asked the Fat Consul. He looked at Hiccup in astonishment. "But he's so very, very small!"
"Size isn't everything," replied Alvin the Treacherous.
"What are you going to do with him then, Prefect?" asked the Fat Consul.