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[turnipman.livejournal.com]

Of the many, many devices stored in the long, winding, and quite spooky on a bad day, corridors and store-rooms behind the kitchens, few are more powerful, more exciting, more able to cook a batch of thirty-five hamburgers to perfection in the blink of an eye, than the Super-Gravitational Antineutron-Powered Shock-Absorbing Baldrick-Proofed Able-to-withstand-temperatures-that-would-make-the-Sun's-core-look-like-a-sauna-for-wussies Big Bastard BBQ.

It takes Baldrick, all the rats, and a forklift truck to shift it to the main kitchen.

"Right! Well done all! This should be good for the July 4th BBQ!"

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf, who's managed to figure out driving the forklift, looks down at the sous-chef.

"And we need a special BBQ today because...."

Not that there's anything wrong with having one. A BBQ is always wonderful and delicious.

[turnipman.livejournal.com]

"Because it's the 4th of July! You know, American Revolution. Happened a few years ago." It did if you're from 1798. "Apparently BBQs are traditional today. I've stocked up, and don't worry, not a turnip in sight!"

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Um, no, I don't." Wolf scratches his forehead. And no, he isn't.

Traditional, however, catches his ears. And so does "not a turnip."

"So, it's required to have a BBQ every year on this day? With no turnips?"

Wolf likes this idea.

[turnipman.livejournal.com]

He nods. "Meat aplenty! Burgers, hot dogs, chicken, ribs, you name it, we've got it. Some corn on the cob as well, though. Just a little veg. Tradition."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf likes this menu. He's trying to not drool.