A Cubonic Recipe

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Today is Valentine's Day, and I thought of making a post on how to write romance or something, but I'm wholly incapable. So instead, I'm giving you a special recipe from my book "Pariahs."

How to make Cubon

You will need:

1 lb Culobbin
A pot and pan you're either willing to throw away, or can be burned
Bowl
Water
Seasoning of your choice
Cheesecloth

Go out to your kiderrin house and start digging through the beast's mounds of turd for the white enzyme Culobbin. Once you've collected a pound, start a pot of boiling water. Boil the Culobbin for twenty minutes, then strain it in the cheesecloth. Repeat ten to fifteen times, using new water each time, until the water runs clear. Add seasoning to taste, or none at all. Some people like it pure. Knead the Culobbin until it is soft and pliable. You may boil it again to turn it into pasty cream, or bake it in a brick oven to make it firm. If baked, cut into bite-sized cubes and store in a cool, dry place. Serve it up as a side dish, or even the main dish.

Perfect to turn your fur green, shrink certain organs, yellow your skin, destroy the shine in your hair, and disintegrate muscle mass and bone structure.

Warning: DO NOT GET ANY BLOOD ON THE CULOBBIN, OR CUBON, OR IT WILL EXPLODE.

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