Par-boiled bollards of baboon dauphinoise, underrated ape husks, liberally tossed in a herbal salad archipelago of chimpanzee nuts, drizzled in a capuccino foam of teased monkey toss.
Sun-blistered cow lips with partially tickled pig chutney, par-boiled road apples sauteed with magic white dog eggs in drooling labrador gravy, steamed with painfully dessicated chicken pimples - surprisingly arranged into a barely edible farmyard wigwam.
Distressed badger in a ferret shaped mirkin of otter chutney, chucked into a smattering of albino woodlice and camp mayfly, rested in pan fried lizard breasts with donkey milk.
Sensitively roasted owl and hastily peeled seagull, flamboyantly wrapped in woodpigeon rice fritters and kestrel cous cous milli vanilli tortilla, decorated with licorice twigs and nettle sting grenache and lightly seasoned with bull's undercarriage crust.
Six generations of osmosis, predictably separated by a semi-permeable membrane, kipper whiff, sideways crab cups, finished in a scoop of chilled rhino tusk with dressed coriander stems topped off by three dry cream crackers in a minute, without a sip of water, witnessed by a man from the guinness book of records.