Sunspire Mountains Professor Universe

Dwin arched her eyebrows, rolled eyes and huffed. Yeah, right... 

"To be honest, my stomach cooks better things than yours," she said, taking a step sideways and backwards, just in case Lady Pukershroom decided to grace the table with more of her cooking. "I guess it is probably the age thing, what do you think?" she asked, smiling innocently. "I can easily imagine that a stomach can get tired over years of working and then will simply lose the touch and give up eventually. Don't want to alarm you, but..." she looked down at the puddle of, where something slimy and oddly shaped was lying in. "... I say that either you seek a replacement or do something to cheer the old organ up. Otherwise, what will you do, when your gut starts to protest and have a strike? You want to eat and then - whoa - you are not our boss, lady, you either start treating us the gods we are or we will take you down with us," she suggested. 

"Or - what if your stomach wants a career change? It is very obvious by the content of this," she beckoned to the vomit with her forepaw. "That he is far from happy. He might just decide to quit and start a new life elsewhere. Become a star. Or find someone that truly appreciates him! And then, what will you do - steal one from someone else? Kindapping just as Stomachnapping is a criminal offence, you know. The latter is even worse, because that involves murder!"