The cannibal king was having
dinner when
a servant came running in.
„Your Majesty,“ he said, „the slaves are
revolting!“
„You don’t have to tell me,“ said the king. „I’m
trying to eat
them.
„Where did we get these slaves anyway?“
„From
the country next door,“ replied the servant.
„We must get a new
butcher,“ said the king. „Bring me Delia Smith.“
„We can’t, Your
Majesty, she’s still cooking for you.“
„Well, bring her to me once
she’s crispy enough,“ said the
king.
