Steve Daydreams About Money and Tries Caviar
Nearby sits a huge and richly decorated home sitting on the shores of a lake. Inside, we see a long room with an equally long table and many chairs. Steve sits at the head of the table; it’s full of all kinds of food. A butler, quite the prim and proper English butler waits on him. “Here you are, sir, caviar.” Announces the butler and serves Steve, who eats the caviar with a grin - and gags.
“Eww, yuck, blah! What is that stuff anyway?” “Fish eggs, sir. Would you care for the calamari?” Steve shrugs and gives into the offer. “Ah... okay, I’ll try that.” The butler stands back with an extra napkin draped over his hand as Steve tries to eat the calamari. “So, what’s this stuff?” Asks Steve pointing to another dish. “Squid, sir.” The butler is bored now and rolling his eyes at each question.
Steve tries the squid. Steve spits the squid out. “Blah! Yuck, what’s with all this fishy food?” Steve picks up some escargot and tastes it. “What about this, what’s this? Hmm…kind of... rubbery.” “Escargot, sir.” The butler says. “Sounds fancy. What’s that mean - in English?” Steve asks inspecting the food. “Ah... snails, sir.” Says the butler leaning back holding out yet another napkin.
Steve spits out the snails. “I don’t eat stuff I would use for bait! God, don’t you have some non-fish stuff?” The butler serves him pate de foie gras. “Try some of this, sir; it’s quite good.” Steve eats some, but clearly doesn’t like it. “Takes like some kind of raw meat! What... is it? “Pate de foie gras.” Announces the butler.
“Another fancy name; sounds expensive. That Latin for something?” Asks, Steve. “It’s French, sir. It means goose liver.” Steve spits out the foie de gras.