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Alarums. Enter Prospero in cook's hat attended by pastry chefs with mixing bowls and spoons
Prospero:
Now my menus are all o'erthrown,
and what dinner I have's mine own,
which is microwavable; 'tis true,
I must eat here seated by you,
on communal tables. Let me not,
since I have my kitchen got
and defrosted the chocolate, dwell
in this bare pantry by your spell:
but help me pick the ice cream brands
with the help of your good hands.
Fat stomach of yours my cakes
must fill, or else your tummy aches,
which is too bad. Now I want
molasses to enforce, sugar to enchant,
and my dessert is toffee,
unless I be relieved by coffee,
which brews so that it assaults
aftertaste itself and frees all faults.
As you from carbs would pardoned be,
let your indulgence be fat free.
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