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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:15 pm
...Crap the footage! Yeah, he surely had footage of the camper's little adventure...but he'd also have the footage of him telling said camper to do it in the first place. CRAP why didn't he think of this?!
But, that calm smirk still in place, Chris gave a very..vague answer.
"I might dude...I can check later to see if I have it?"
Yeah, later when Chef wasn't around. Then he could merrily delete any and all involvement he had in this and get the camper nailed. Hehehehe, this would be fun!
"Beavers all the way man. Wouldn't bet any other way. But if you want to make it interesting...."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:20 pm
Chef didn't pay heed to the host's response. Chris tended to act like that a lot, especially when he was planning something... like a prank war with a cameraman. He clung to the naive belief that the plot didn't concern him, but some other sap and dismissed it altogether.
He nodded, a grin on his face. "Heh heh, perhaps in a couple days I'll be sure to track'em down personally and thank'em for all the work they left," he mused.
"Ha! Ah dun think yo' Beavers have got the spunk. The sharks, now... Ah think they'll bite an' claw their way to victory. Ah'll wager a week's worth of intern food on it. Winner watches loser choke it down."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:36 pm
"Hey, when you go to track em down...be sure to aha 'talk' to them on camera, will ya?"
Now -that- footage would sell. Hehehehehe!
"Psh the -sharks-? Are you kidding me man? No way they're going to beat the beavers! In fact...they'll probably just get gnawed on by their brethren, ha!"
Despite the words, Chris looked uneasy -at best- at the idea of eating intern food. INTERN FOOD? Man, if they thought -camper- food was bad they hadn't seen anything yet. Intern food was the lowest of the low! The host could feel his stomach churning at the very thought of it. And yet he wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
"You're on dude! And if by some random chance the seagulls win....I guess our intern Sandersonmcwhatever gets a feast?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:41 pm
"Heh, if they're still in the condition to, sure," Chef replied with a wicked grin. He had a high-powered squirtgun that needed to be introduced to the campers... then locked up and out of their reach once he was done using it for obvious reasons.
"That's what you think! Yo' beavers aren't worth a dam to the sharks!" Ahaha, oh look. A pun that'll get censored by American TV! "Heh, that sounds fair to me. Though... care to bet even more?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:50 pm
"Just you wait until those beavers build a dam of alliances to get themselves through the game! Bet your sharks can't get themselves out of that pen, heheh!"
And this is where Chris started to meet his downfall. Something inside of him was telling him no. One bet was enough, just leave it be!
...But then something else was telling him not to be a damn chicken and to go for it. And of course -that- was the side he listened to.
"Bring it on Chef-man, I'm ready for whatever bet you've got!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:53 pm
"Ha! They don't have a dam chance!" Chef retorted. Good thing there weren't any campers nearby. They'd probably be clutching their ears and groaning at the amount of puns being flung back and forth.
"First challenge," he rumbled, "Ah bet that..." Here he dropped his tone, whispering. He didn't want this caught on film, especially if someone used their MIGHTY MORPHIN' HOST POWERS to jinx it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:01 pm
"They're a dam good team, you just can't see it! Going blind Chef-man?"
Chris listened, nodding...but at some point during the whispered challenge he suddenly blurted out with:
"BUT WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH CHICKEN HAAAAAAAAAATS"
Cripes, if anyone was overhearing this they were probably going to be really REALLY confused.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:04 pm
"You're just so dam short-sighted that you can't see very far beyond your own awesomeness, man! I'm all for sharks!"
At Chris' response, Chef frowned. "Aw c'mon man! We can just use interns or somethin' instead! So you in, or out?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:14 pm
"You dam well better not be calling me short! ...And I can't help it that I'm so dam awesome!"
Oh gawd MAKE IT STOP!
The host pinned his ears back, considering it. Interns were a valuable tool here but.....this bet would be absolutely awesome if it swung in his favor...
Decisions decisions!
"I'm in."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:13 pm
"Good!" The large audio thumped the host on the back, carefully as to not knock him over. If he did, then Chef's career would be dam shorter than Chris!
"Ah'll see you at the challenge tomorrow, heh heh." He paused, adding, "By the way... tomorrow, should we serve'em breakfast or...?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:28 pm
Well it was a good thing Chef had some dam common sense!
"I dunno, I like the sound of that or there..."
Chris' snicker turned rather evil, but was quickly cut off as a random thought entered his head.
"..You'd still cook for me though, right man?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:08 pm
Chef nodded. "O'course." Mah paycheck depends upon it.
He discussed a few smaller things with Chris, then watched the esteemed host leave to go torture check in on the campers. Alone, he stretched and began working on throwing a lunch together for said campers, grumbling and muttering darkly at how undervalued and unappreciated he was.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:36 pm
((Side note: this is after the lost challenge, and before the campfire voting))  Serena had decided to try this place first. She was REALLY nervous about this, behind her back, she held the basket. Deep breath. She knocked on the door of the kitchen staring at the ground. What would she say to a man who played with sock puppets so?! As she stood there, basket behind her, she thought better of it while waiting for a response. She set down the basket by the door a little away from her. First things first: See if he would even talk to her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:15 pm
Chef was in what could pass as a good mood. He enjoyed watching the challenge from the safety of the shore, and seeing McLean go down too -- heh heh, that nearly made up for when he had to jump. Almost.
...Okay, so it did.
He swished his tail as he worked on the soup of the day: cream of mushroom fromanexpiredcan soup, complete with extra shoe leather to add flavor. He was looking for something else to throw into the pot when there was a knock at the back door. Chris would just walk in, and the interns were usually too afraid to knock, so...
"Whaddya want?" He called, lifting the stirring spoon out of the pot he was cooking with and setting it aside.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:19 pm
She stiffened at the voice. Oh man, was this a stupid idea. However, she knew what she had to do, "Um, excuse me, Chef, can I come in and talk to you for a moment please?" She was going to leave the basket outside if he permitted her in. At least he could find the missing equipment and not in the possession of her cabin. She hoped he would let her talk to him at least.
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