First Underground Nuclear Kitchen

Hey buddy, let me tell you what's goin' down. Listen closely, you'll hear the sound of my kitchen, underground. What I'm cookin' is so hot, as it were, you might call it nuclear. I'll make some for him, some for her. I churn out the grub, hot and fast. My cooking's like a firehose blast. As much as I make, it won't last. I put some dough on a sheets-a where a jalapeno and mushroom meets-a you've got yourself a red-hot pizza. Hey man, I'm cookin' - don't you worry. No time to waste. I'm in a hurry, I'll need peppers for this veggie curry. Time for burritos and enchiladas - pull up and eat, this ain't the Ramada. I've invited the Spanish armada. For blazing chow, you are itchin'? Grab a knife and chop. Come on, pitch in. It's the first underground nuclear kitchen.