Back in the days when he had been chef to Yndis Mylore, governor of Bryexx and Moff of the Varvenna Sector and that Imperial nobleman's most prized possession — and how not, when he was a triple Golden Spoon and winner of the Tselgormet Prize for gourmandise five years running? — Porcellus had not been a particularly nervous man. Concerned about the perfection of his art, for what great maestro is not? Worried, from time to time, about the firmness of a meringue served when the Emperor was Governor Mylore's guest, of course, or the precise combination of textures in a sauce to be presented at an ambassadorial banquet...
But not prey to chill terror at every unexpected word. Five years as a slave in the palace of Jabba the Hutt had had its effect.
Miguel: Tulio, you worry too much.
Tulio: No, I worry exactly the right amount. You can never worry too much!
Tulio: No, I worry exactly the right amount. You can never worry too much!
What's that dripping sound?
Sink them, now!
Shh! Quiet!
We've been hit, haven't we!?
Sink them, now!
Shh! Quiet!
We've been hit, haven't we!?
Akula Sub, Command & Conquer: Red Alert 3
HQ, how good to hear from you!
A-anybody out there?
Hurry, before they see us!
I see water coming in!
A-anybody out there?
Hurry, before they see us!
I see water coming in!
Yari Mini-Sub, Command & Conquer: Red Alert 3
"You know the sound that a fork makes in a garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time."
— Chidi, The Good Place
