I was in the belly of the ship. Great big vats of water were being boiled. The steam was rising into the air and turning shiny turbines. The turbines were spinning a motor round and round.
And so on...
"It smells hideous in here!" Said a voice behind me. I turned and saw a chef and two cooks enter the room, their bodies partly obscured by steam.
"Not much we can do about that. What can I do for you guys?"
"Hear me out before you say no," began the chef. "You see, our stove in the kitchen stopped working, so we can't boil the one thousand eggs needed to feed the guests!"
"That's too bad."
"We remembered that there are great big vats of boiling water down hither! Won't you let us boil our eggs?"
"Umm. That seems, like a lot of work."
"You won't have to lift a finger! We'll take care of everything!"
"Well, ok. The water is like, REALLY hot though."
"That's exactly the way we like it!" The cooks began setting down crates filled with eggs. "Just toss em' over the top!"
I took a sip from my flask as the cooks started tossing eggs up and over the edge of the vats.
"Now you've got it!" Screamed the chef over the roar of the engines.
Later that night I was sitting in the dining room waiting to be served. I was curious to see how our meal would turn out. Waiters began exiting the kitchen with great big baskets of eggs.
They set them down on the tables. The guests grabbed the heavenly eggs, which were still steaming.
"This oughta be the finest egg I have ever eaten!" Declared a politician to my right.
"The sear is just right!" Added a French biographer.
I was relieved. I grabbed an egg and dug in.