A Little Drabble Do Ya - Shrove Tuesday

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Schlop, the pancake landed on the floor.

"I am not eating that one.” Illya said, picking up the half cooked dessert and throwing it in the trash.

“I thought you ate anything, tovarisch.”

“Hmph, you are useless, let me show you how it is done.”

“Speaks the person whose culinary expertise is non existant.”

The Russian takes hold of the pan with a new pancake ready for tossing.

“How hard can it be?”

Thwump

“Now how am I supposed to get that?” Napoleon sighed, looking at the crepe stuck to the ceiling

Splat.

Laughing, “I think it came to you.”