Post by Nashi on Sept 28, 2019 22:07:27 GMT -6
Nashi was rather a fan of the sushi train. Now, I know what you’re thinking and, no, the sushi train isn’t a train made out of sushi, that would be silly and uneconomic and would rot quickly. What an absolutely terrible idea that was, you, reading this, you fool, you idiot, you utter buffoon. How dare you.
In other news, Nashi was rather a fan of the sushi train. He quite liked fish, and rice was pretty decent also, so the concept of putting bits on fish on bits of rice was so utterly and truly amazing that the concept of food trembled in its wake. He was, in particular, a fan of a certain sushi train place in particular, whose name will not be mentioned here so I don’t have to look up the year-old solo in which its name was mentioned. He was a particular fan of it because he was friends with its owner, an orange ex-mobster majin who shall also go unnamed for the same reason, who had the kind heart to let Nashi eat there for cheap (after that whole ‘saving his life from angry gang members’ debacle). Perhaps this was a mistake on his part as it was often the case that no one could actually eat anything but a few types, given that Nashi would park himself at the start of the train, where the sushi leaves the kitchen, and would immediately nab anything he thought looked good to eat. Which was basically everything, except for shrimp and prawn and lobster (anything with legs is a no-go!) or caviar or those weird orange beads or anything with rice that wasn’t white or anything fried. That was a solid chunk of the options, thinking back on it.
The contraption was quite simple: there was a conveyor belt going clockwise around the room. On it were plates and, on those plates, bits of sushi and sashimi and gyoza and all that jazz. A customer could just take sushi from the train and eat, and keep doing that, until it was time to leave. When they were done they would count all their plates (with differently coloured plates costing different amounts) and pay. When there wasn’t enough stuff on the train someone in the kitchen would put something on, the kitchen being a wall away from the main space with one hole on either side for the train to move through.
Nashi was having some trouble eating any more sushi. Not because he’d eaten too much sushi, of course not… at least, not directly. Nashi had eaten so much sushi and had accumulated so many plates that their pile was getting too tall, preventing him from seeing or grabbing stuff from the train.
But then there was an announcement: the Sushi Hyper Amazing Grande™ (or S.H.A.G. for short) was about to go around the train! So delicious you’d never need to eat again*!
*Barring all the occasions where you'd need to eat again.
And there it was: the SHAG came around and seemed to bend reality itself around it. Its meat had more than 100% concentration of meat per bit of meat. The sauce on it was made by ingredients sourced by a time traveller and the tears of an angel (that is to say, the tears of the angel helped with the ingredient-sourcing) and had enough protein and fat hidden away in it any eater of less than a hundred PL would immediately become simultaneously the buffest and fattest guy in the galaxy before their heart would flee from their body in fear. It was, in a word… perfect.
Nashi edged his way towards it. He’d look around and, assuming there was no one else interesting in also taking such a prize for themselves, would grab it for himself!
In other news, Nashi was rather a fan of the sushi train. He quite liked fish, and rice was pretty decent also, so the concept of putting bits on fish on bits of rice was so utterly and truly amazing that the concept of food trembled in its wake. He was, in particular, a fan of a certain sushi train place in particular, whose name will not be mentioned here so I don’t have to look up the year-old solo in which its name was mentioned. He was a particular fan of it because he was friends with its owner, an orange ex-mobster majin who shall also go unnamed for the same reason, who had the kind heart to let Nashi eat there for cheap (after that whole ‘saving his life from angry gang members’ debacle). Perhaps this was a mistake on his part as it was often the case that no one could actually eat anything but a few types, given that Nashi would park himself at the start of the train, where the sushi leaves the kitchen, and would immediately nab anything he thought looked good to eat. Which was basically everything, except for shrimp and prawn and lobster (anything with legs is a no-go!) or caviar or those weird orange beads or anything with rice that wasn’t white or anything fried. That was a solid chunk of the options, thinking back on it.
The contraption was quite simple: there was a conveyor belt going clockwise around the room. On it were plates and, on those plates, bits of sushi and sashimi and gyoza and all that jazz. A customer could just take sushi from the train and eat, and keep doing that, until it was time to leave. When they were done they would count all their plates (with differently coloured plates costing different amounts) and pay. When there wasn’t enough stuff on the train someone in the kitchen would put something on, the kitchen being a wall away from the main space with one hole on either side for the train to move through.
Nashi was having some trouble eating any more sushi. Not because he’d eaten too much sushi, of course not… at least, not directly. Nashi had eaten so much sushi and had accumulated so many plates that their pile was getting too tall, preventing him from seeing or grabbing stuff from the train.
But then there was an announcement: the Sushi Hyper Amazing Grande™ (or S.H.A.G. for short) was about to go around the train! So delicious you’d never need to eat again*!
*Barring all the occasions where you'd need to eat again.
And there it was: the SHAG came around and seemed to bend reality itself around it. Its meat had more than 100% concentration of meat per bit of meat. The sauce on it was made by ingredients sourced by a time traveller and the tears of an angel (that is to say, the tears of the angel helped with the ingredient-sourcing) and had enough protein and fat hidden away in it any eater of less than a hundred PL would immediately become simultaneously the buffest and fattest guy in the galaxy before their heart would flee from their body in fear. It was, in a word… perfect.
Nashi edged his way towards it. He’d look around and, assuming there was no one else interesting in also taking such a prize for themselves, would grab it for himself!
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