Script on wasa pots
After confirmation of their components that were mainly paste, candy and flour, totally edible to human,
a weird feeling haunted me. 'How they taste?', since they were just moving food--I had little idea whether they were alive in biological point of view.
It was a surprise when I googled the way to cook them that there were a wide range of type of such moving food, what I captured were of the most population.
But sadly I found nothing about how to treat them--most people just devour them in raw.
'It's gross to eat raw food, unhygienic at least!' I decided to sterilize these two dumplings with my candle pots.
-'Ho ho~ sweeties you wanna candies?' -'Yu!? sweet sweet! Give them all to reimyu!!' as the bigger one yelled.
Although this one speaked with a lisp I could clearly tell what it said to me this time.
But for the smaller one, '@#%$& shitt shlave @#$%$', there was no God...
Both of the little ones creeped toward me shaking their bodies with unknown liquid splashing on my table.
The only thing I was sure so far was they could be allured by candy or something--even your word sound like pronouncing 'candy'.
I picked these two. Seemed like they felt very happy when they were raised highly, 'Shkyy~~' the words with great joy from them.
The way they expressed happiness, flapping their braids, was cute, I had to admit.
But anyway two pots were ready for them as planned.
I put one the bigger to a pot--actually I crammed it into as pot size didn't fit it but thankfully it was so soft and stuck perfectly in the pot.
'Nooo!! Reimyu is princess! Save reimyu right now and give reimyu sweetee~~'... I was not sure what I heard.
A little easier to fix the smaller one in pot.
It screamed with lot of liquid excreting out of its eyes like it was crying and I failed to understand what it said.
As I lit up candles inside pots, Oh boy could they scream!
'Yuaaaa!!' or something like that, which has no meaning I never doubt.
'Shtyopp..Help reimyu plj.. and bring sweet sweet..' from bigger one. The smaller one just yelled out of itself.
It was ironic that they tried nothing to save themselves, just flapping their braids at a very high frequency beside their screaming.
Or they had not such ability to moving their bodies for some reasons in that situation.
Anyway their struggling to escape from the pots looked funny and stupid to me.
For how long should I cooked them? It was just a experiment for me and I seldom gave a fxxking rat to it.
My estimation was stop when their screaming gets faint.
Given the fact they could possibly keep screaming for hours, I put on my cloth and went to market--no chance should one waste time to measure how long could they scream.
After buying nothing I changed my mind to visit local museum, only to kill time till the cusine at home was ready.
One hour should be fine I told my self.