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Omukade slowly opens his eyes and grumbles. Every day he gets out of bed at 4 AM and does his long morning routine. He enters the bathroom and takes off the bandages he wraps his jaw in every night so he doesn't taint his bed. After a hot shower he dries himself off and heads for the mirror above the washing basin. He uses several cotton balls to properly dry every nook and cranny of his mouth before applying various ointments and oils to his perpetually dripping maw. He likes to think they help. Then he combs his hair and puts on one of his many identical scarf's. This process can take up to an hour with the only upside being that he never has to brush his teeth as no grime, bacteria or bits of food can remain long in his teeth before they are all eroded by the never ending stream of poison.
With that done it's time to get dressed. He always wears baggy pants, flat shoes and a vest, which was the currently in vogue in his homeland when he left and he never bothered to adjust it. Mainly because he wore that same style of outfit even before it became popular due to the fact that he can't wear any kind of shirt that requires him to put his head through a hole without drenching it in a purple colored mixture of various poisons. Now that he's properly woken up and refreshed it's time to go to work.
He lives directly above his eatery in Outer Heaven which saves him a lot of travel time. Downstairs he gets to preparing today's ingredients which he either bought yesterday to ensure their freshness or in the case of more exotic stuffs imports regularly and in the case of animals keeps them alive until needed. Aside more traditional things like peeling and cutting vegetables, cutting up and marinating meats he also does a few odd things most other chefs would have a heart attack from. He feeds his chicken and pigs nettles and various other poisonous plants, he milks venomous the venomous vipers, squeezes out the secretions of exotic frogs and harvests some of the deadly mushrooms he's cultivating.
With everything prepared he starts by making two fresh batches of stock, one normal and one that could easily be classified as a bio weapon. After that it's up to how he feels that day. There is no menu in his restaurant, you eat what he feels like or you don't. At best customers might have a choice between one or two main courses if he felt like making more than one dish and there is always soup. Desserts are a rarity but fermented or pickled vegetable are always available should someone need a palette cleanser. The stall itself is open so that customers may get to see the chef in action. Sometimes people do stop by just to admire his work but they usually quickly move on whenever he reaches for one of the more exotic ingredients he has, like blue ringed octopus.
