Zoostuck 2

Omelette du fromage.

Well, you suppose that while you're here you can order an omelet. You probably won't put it in your hair - why were you planning to put 50 orders of scrambled eggs in your hair again? - but you could use some food before you head back to fix up that skeleton.

You sit down and tell the server your order. Judging by his hat, he's also the chef. He asks for your name.

Dammit, you just remembered your name is really stupid. You decide to give him a phony, less stupid name.

John Egbert

edit: John Eggbert

"John Eggbert," you say, chuckling. Okay, it's still pretty stupid, but it's still better than Zoosmell Pooplord.

"John Egbert," the server says blankly. "Of course!"

You are now the server, chef, and sole employee of this diner in Paradox Space. Some kid has just sparked buried memories in your mind and you remember what happened before your spirit was torn apart and you ended up here.

You were going to create a masterpiece! And that Zoosmell Pooplord kid ruined it! And this is that Zoosmell Pooplord kid.

Oh, sure, he appears to have been sent back a hundred years or so into his past and robbed of all memories of the crucial events, but it's unmistakably him. This kid ruined your chance to rebuild the universe so it could contain your masterpiece. And he's just ordered a cheese omelet.

What are you going to do?