A Noviertish dinner chat.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

A British-Like Novierian sat at a round table in the heart of England, preparing Tea for his multi-race guests. Finger foods and witty british talk would be exchanged, which made the Novierian giddy with excitement. He was sure not to invite those gun toting buffoons known as the Americans though. They were so irresponsible.

[K2]

In a flash of fire, the food was gone... and replaced with pudding.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

The sudden change surprised the Britian Novierian, but it was not long before the adapted to the change. He would have been caught saying "By jov! This pudding is a jolly good change!" as if to no one. It, however, disappointed him that the tea was all gone. "Why is the tea always gone?" He shuddered, as he slowly poured more tea in the most Britian way possible.

[UnStellar]

That was about the time  giant man jumped through the roof, landing on the pudding and spilling what was left of the tea.

The man weighed a metric ton.

The man wore a kilt and carried a bag pipe.

The man, was Fat Bastard.

"I hate the British!" He screamed in a scottich accent.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

"Scottish! You've crashed my quiet pudding party for the last time!" The Novierian barked as he unsheathed a MASSIVE SWITCHAXE CAPABLE OF DESTROYING THE WORLDS CITIES. "Have at you, foul creature!"

[UnStellar]

"I ATE A BABY."

[Embodiment of Cringe]

"Why sir, that is quite a unusual interest. It has piqued my curiousity! Tell me, how did one such as you eat such a large human speciman?" The Novierian inquired, genuinely interested in the topic.