We fix broken eggs and repair rotten tomatoes 5

Noses RuKia

The morphology of Blue Label to Half-century had already happened. It was quick and fast. Quite a swift change. One that caught the ignorant by surprise but again, put in a bit of flamboyance here and there and there you go!!  A new word. Probably leaves the script writer feeling like Charles Dickens. In case you didn't know, we credit a couple of words to that walking dictionary. The only difference with the Half-century script writer is that they did not spice up the language.  Though I must credit them with improving the visual appearance of the omelette and thereby psychologically improving the taste (in the eyes of the fans).

And in the midst of the script writing came forth Noses RuKia.  Usually known as Nonsense RuKia but the first name was too long to pronounce. And we shortened it to our liking. Like the way we would say Jay for Josephine because we got tired of pronouncing the name in the middle of that vocal journey. Which reminds me, why do we get tired during our vocal journeys?

She killed.
She kille.
She kill
She kil
She ki
She k
She
She.....
She killed me with her looks.

So Noses RuKia. When Half-century promoted one of the chefs to chief chef,  they made the mistake of employing that guy to be the cook. He was probably the worst act of them all. Noses couldn't try to pretend that he was fixing broken eggs or repairing rotten tomatoes. He on one hand wrapped the broken eggs in green paper, some 1000g heavy, some 500g heavy. Then plast them in eggshell like colours and lifted them up in the same manner Simba was lifted up in front of the wildlife on Pride Rock.  The crowd of course went wild and was convinced that the eggs were repaired. Eggs of tribalism and hate.

So Noses was unskilled at this job. Or ignorant. Or just plain obtuse. I couldn't put a finger to it.  Always forgetting that broken eggs needed good presentation and that broken eggs needed to be hidden. Unfortunately,  for this brute, egg breaking was his speciality. And the Half-century crowd somehow loved it. Some hated it but for sure, he did stir still waters.
The tangerine crowd of course hated it.