Even though they were used to Bock's unusual nature, Henri and the other cooks of La fourchette d'argent still couldn't help but sometimes stare when the blob did blob things like stretch his arms like tentacles to grab stuff without moving, or grow extra arms to multitask.
"He can do stuff like that, and he can't talk," had deadpanned Henri once.
And more than once, he wondered what other things the new cook could do...

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