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 Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:10 pm
Who: Chef Hatchet + Chris McLean
When: Day 11 - Night
Where: KITCHEN YO.
 Chris....was at least in a better mood than he -had- been in. He had retrieved Fluffy, and had a pretty good day torturing campers! But still something was eating at the host, and there was clearly only one way to fix this.
Cookies
Unfortunately for him, his REALLY GRAND entrance to the kitchen fell on deaf ears, as it seemed Hatchet was out. ...Well damnit, there went -that- idea. Then again...cookies couldn't be -that- hard to make...could they?
No, no of course not. They were cookies, they HAD to be easy to make!
.....And it was exactly -that- kind of reasoning which had left Chris in his current situation. Apparently cookies were not made in a toaster, and shoving cookie dough into a toaster did nothing but well....break said toaster. With the appliance screwed up beyond all repair the host had fallen back on the only choice he had....
...Replace it with a novelty toaster that put happy little Chris faces on everything it toasted. AWESOME DUDE.
...And yet this -still- left him with no cookies. Chiapet beaver in tow, the host whined and wandered the kitchen in search of something easier to make. Or already baked cookies. OR THE CHEF MAN. Any of these options would be good right about now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:26 pm
Well, that was an exciting day. Chef sighed and stretched, glad to have it over. It was one thing to babysit caged campers for an entire day, and another to actually listen to them. Sadly for him, he'd have to go through the traces again tomorrow. Maaaaan.
Chef opened the back door to his kitchen and stared. Caught up in his thoughts, he did not recognize the smell of burnt cookie dough until it hit him full in the face -- tch! Some audiohunter he turned out to be.
He didn't have to run around on a hunt for what intern or camper did this in his kitchen thankfully. He was left staring at the culprit, after all. "Chris-man, what the hell are yew doin'?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:29 pm
Oh CRAP. CAUGHT. Caught messing up the KITCHEN . s**t s**t -s**t-.
"Nothing?"
Ears flat and a sheepish grin crossing his face, Chris whirled around to face the Chef-man. Thaaaaat's right...slooooowly scoot over to hide the new toaster from Hatchet. Mmhmm...nothing to see here old buddy old pal! Nothing at all.
"What are you doing dude?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:39 pm
Chef frowned, the corners of his lips pulling down to form sharp 45-degree angles. "Nothing man? Then why does it smell like -" he paused to take another sniff of the stink. Ugh! "- like scorched chocolate chip cookie dough? Yew weren't tryin to do anything here, were you?"
When asked, Chef snorted. "This is mah kitchen man. Whaddyou think?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:43 pm
"I...I don't smell anything!"
A blatant lie dude but even -he- didn't want to admit to messing up the kitchen. Really man, he didn't fear messing with Chef (he, in fact, did it on a regular basis, heheheheh dresses!) but the kitchen was just....one thing you never admitted messing up.
"Um.....hey look! Do you think Fluffy's okay man?"
RIGHT. Distract him with Fluffy! Chris held out the Chiapet, giving Chef his most concerned look.
"Those campers had him all night...."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:50 pm
Ah'm sure you don't, given the time yew spend with yer nose in Fluffy's fluffy. Chef thought, pointedly looking at the chia pet Chris held to him for inspection. With a sigh he carefully picked the ceramic beaver up, looking him over. "I dunno man," he ventured, "He seems a bit dry... have yew watered him recently or anythin'?"
Don't suggest he looks hungry, don't suggest he looks hungry.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:55 pm
Chris blinked.
"....I haven't man, the campers had him and then the challenge and the cer---he needs some water dude!"
And then Chris made another mistake that evening and -moved- from his carefully chosen spot in the kitchen. On a quest for water for poor poor Fluffy the host unveiled the 'hiding' spot of the new toaster. s**t.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:08 pm
In one way, Chef was glad that his stuff in the kitchen was messed with. If Chris used his sink to give Fluffy more water, Chef would never hear the end of it if Fluffy's fluffy started to turn red and orange. Then again, did he even have that expensive brand of mineral water that Chris always drank because it had his face on it?
Chef froze as Chris moved, staring. "What," he managed to choke out before trying again, "What man, what is that! That's not mah toaster, man -- mah toaster was the only thing to escape that mechantic girl's tinkering aside from mah other stove!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:12 pm
The host froze, mentally cursing himself for making the mistake. Awww CRAP.
Ears and tail drooping Chris glanced over at Chef before slooooowly inching towards the door. Maybe...maybe he could escape! ....But then that'd leave Fluffy. DAMNIT.
"I d-dunno what you mean man!..."
And innocent grin didn't really offset the absolute guilty look the rest of his body was portraying, but damnit it was worth a try.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:18 pm
Chef growled and took a step towards Chris, making sure to keep Fluffy up and out of the host's reach to prevent a snatch'n'run. If there's anything today taught him, it was that keeping Fluffy for extended periods of time usually lead to hell (heeheehee!), but if it's just a temporary thing...
"Yew tell me what yew did, Chris," he began, leaning in close while keeping a tight grip on Fluffy, "Or ah'll stick yer friend here on top of the refrigerator where yew can't git 'im, next to the cookie jar."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:22 pm
Chris gulped, tilting his head back to look at Chef. Huh...this seemed familiar. Like something just like this happened sometime in the past---
Best not to think about that right now.
"Cmoooon man, I didn't do anything!"
Innocent grin turning very -nervous-, the host reached for his Chiapet. Unfortunately....well there was just -no way- he'd be able to nab it from his friend.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:38 pm
"Yew didn't do anything jus' like those two campers didn't steal Fluffy," he accused, daring to reach out and poke Chris' chest. "Out with it, man! What did yew do to th'toaster and why does it smell like burnt cookie dough?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:41 pm
The host whimpered at the poking, and if it wasn't for the fact Chef still had Fluffy he'd be out that door and running back to the relative safety of his RV.
But his fluffy-friend was still held captive. Crud...
"I just wanted a cookie...."
Chris fidgeted, looking everywhere BUT Chef's eyes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:58 pm
Chef stared. "A cookie," he repeated slowly. "Yew wanted a cookie. And then wut?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:02 pm
"I...maaaaay have tried to cook one..."
Chris grinned sheepishly, glancing over to the door. Oh yes...definitely having flashbacks now. Man you think he would have learned not to try cooking in here after the -first- time he tried....
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