"Jett, how's the comida coming?" asked a female penguin, putting a block of wood into a fireplace. "Oh, Ummmm.... It's... Doing good," dicho Jett. "I sure hope it is," dicho the female, heading down to a small kitchen. She knew it, the cocina was a mess. Pots strewn about on the ground, the sopa de pescado was burnt, the pastas, pasta too soft, and the ham was charred to blackened ash. "I got it Hannah," dicho Jett. "Uh, no, tu don't have it, this place is a dump, I think I should take it from here," dicho Hannah. "No!! I have a plan!!" dicho Jett. "Oh, is that plan to go out and order take out from some fancy...
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