| Is Chris awesome? |
| YES! DUH DUDE! |
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| Yes. Again..DUH. |
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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:32 pm
 Sometime during the cooking process, Chris had taken to -wrestling- his own tail. A sudden eruption of growls and snarls signaled the host rolling around on the couch and trying to pin the fluffy appendage.
Which was followed by a THUMP and a YIPE as the host hit the floor, before continuing rolling around and wrestling.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:44 pm
Chef whirled around as Chris began to growl, relaxing when it was just Chris attacking his own tail. Man. There was somethin' seriously wrong here. Now Chef wished he had a portable camera, if only to embarrass the host later with the painful footage.
The soft ding! from the microwave allowed Chef to turn his back on the host, carefully pulling the chicken fingers out and setting them down to cool off. Hopefully they didn't toughen up when they cooked... but if they did, hey: at least Chris would have something to gnaw on like the beavers he liked.
"Who's got th'upper hand?" He asked absently, slowly turning around to continue watching.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:51 pm
"I DO!!"
Chris stopped wrestling his tail to hold up a paw...and flopped over on his side. Didn't phase the host though, he just started laughing anyways.
"Duuuude...you're so hiiiigh...."
...Not the best choice of words, with the way he was acting.
"You're like...a friggin TREE dude. A really...tall tree, not those tiny trees we get on discount."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:07 pm
Well, so much for th- did the Chris-man just call him high when it's not him but Chris?
"Ye-eah," he agreed slowly, "Ah guess Ah am." He picked up the plate and set it down next to the host, before joining him on the ground. "Here's yer chicken fingers man."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:13 pm
"Yeahhh!!"
Chris grinned, snagging up a chicken finger and holding it in both paws. Mmmm, they looked so delicious. Still grinning widely the host nonchalantly flopped himself across Chef's lap and started to gnaw away. It'd be cute...if it wasn't so awkward. Host-man laying on his back across the Chef-man's lap, gnawing away happily at a chicken tender.
.....Dear god these were some dangerous darts.
"Dudeeee...didja give something to Fluffywufferson? He...he'd enjoy these..soooooo goooooood man."DANGER. DANGER CHEF HATCHET.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:16 pm
Chef froze.
s**t NONE OF TRAINING COVERED THIS WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN EFF.
Slowly, as if being dared to tag a bear with an "I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d!" bumper sticker, he tried to ease Chris off his lap. "Ah, um," he began, "Ah tried ta but he wasn't home, y'know? Maybe if yew go and git 'im..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:21 pm
Chris blinked as Chef started to move him. The larger Audio wouldn't get far before Chris ears flattened and the host let out a pitiful whine.
"Don't you wuuuuv me anymore dude?"
Man what the hell! Why was Chef trying to move him? He was comfy, and the chicken tender was good, and....
Hrm....
"Maybe he's out partying dude...he holds some craaazy parties. LET'S GO FIND HIM!"
The host scrambled to his (rather shaky) paws and started off towards the RV's door.
"We can take the whirlyblademoveything out there!"
....Did he mean the helicopter?
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:26 pm
Chef felt warm. Too warm. This was NOT a situation he wanted to be in! It was incredibly awkward, and Chris was hoggin' all the chicken fingers.
"Uh... okay man," he winced, standing up and let Chris wobble his way forward. Where was he -- oh no, nonono. "Hey man," he put a paw onto Chris' shoulder, then pointed towards his bedroom. "Ah thought Fluffy lived through that door...?" Hopefully Chris wouldn't focus on the whirlyblademoveything. Chef knew Chris had the keys, and he didn't fancy taking a one-way trip into the thousand foot tall cliff just yet.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:39 pm
"huuuh?"
The host stared as his direction was suddenly changed. But...but but but, the whirly blade thingymabob wasn't in his bedroom! Sheesh dude, it wouldn't fit in there. And sleeping with whirling blades OF DEATH would be a bit awkward.
"lesgooo!"
Chris wobbled his way to his bedroom and looked around for Fluffy....not finding him.
....
Awh crap.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:42 pm
Chef didn't follow Chris into the bedroom. No, not him -- he stayed next to the door, making sure Chris didn't change his plans to go out into the helicopter.
"Have yew found 'im yet?" Chef called, honestly not wanting to be there when Chris finally put two and two together.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:47 pm
"Nooo....."
For the moment he still sounded amused. Hrm.
"B-but...he could be partyiiiiing...right Chef-dude?"
Right? RIIIIIGHT? His bitey nice-smelling little pal wouldn't just up and leave him....right?
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:53 pm
Aw man, he was cornered. "M... maybe man," he said weakly. "But ah always thought he threw, y'know, house parties man. Wasn't he always here in the RV...?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:57 pm
"True...."
Amused voice was slowly slipping into a worried tone...
"...I can't find him man"
Scratch that. -Frantic- tone. The host stumbled around, looking for his chiapet. Though it took only a few moments of this before he stumbled and fell flat on his face with a pathetic whine.
"I misssss him....you..you don't think he's found someone else do you Chefersonman?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:03 pm
Oh s**t here it comes.
"Ah couldn't find him either," he replied, slowly peeking into the bedroom. Ouch! Poor Chris-man. "Naw, he wouldn't do that," he added quickly, "Yew were the one an' only one for that chiapet, man. Jus..." Should he mention that someone else too him? What would Chris do in that state?
"...Jus' nevermind, man."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:13 pm
"Butbutbut..he's GONE man...gone as in like..not...here. Just...just GONE"
Chris whined, squirming around on the floor a bit to try and continue his search. ....He wasn't getting very far.
"N-nevermind what? Did someone hurt him? Is he in the infirmary? GO S-SAVE HIM MAN!"
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