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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:24 am
At least his sobs had quieted. Whether that was an effect of working on a plan or sniffing Fluffy a bit -too- much Chef would have to figure out on his own.
"Yep!"
Oh Chris had a plan, a pretty epic plan. He had pretty much given his trailer up as a loss (I mean cmon, there were INTERNS in it dude!). However, if he couldn't have his stuff? -Nobody- was gonna have it.
He shoved the napkin forward, explaining the counter-moves 'Fluffy' had come up, most of which involved paint, explosions, and any other mix of things Wawanakwa had to offer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 8:50 pm
As Chris explained the plan, Chef merely stared and nodding absently in agreement. It didn't matter if he disagreed or anything -- the Chris-man would have made him to it anyway. It was easier to just accept the fact and carry out the plan as it was, providing the interns didn't lay claim to the resources first. Those buggers.
"Nice job," he said as the explanation was finished. "Yew want me ta carry this out nao or...?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 8:59 pm
Damn right they were doing this. His trailer. His island. His plan. Get with the program or GTFO.
"Thought you were gonna have breakfast with me first man..."
Besides, he didn't want to be left alone in the 'fort' at the moment. Even with all the fortifications something was BOUND to happen.
And that something was one Dude McHatchet.
"IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOOOOOOOWN~"
It...was a strange battlecry, especially when one's method of entering the battle was through the god damn chimney. But it was one of the few places not properly prepped for an intern riot, and of course Dude found this one hole in Chef's line of defense.
What a shame for Chef and Chris.
"EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HIT THE <******** DECK."
BAM. Hitting the bottom, a rather soot covered Dude scrambled out of the fire place and began sniffing around. And by sniffing we mean literally nose to the ground, a** in the air, scrambling around on all four paws sniffing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:14 pm
"Well yeah, but --"
BAM! Like a bullet to the chest Chef stood there, stunned as Dude came in. He didn't do anything as Dude began sniffing the ground, but once the initial shock was over --
"Wut the HELL do yew think yew're doin?!" He roared, rushing to the intern and grabbing him by the tail in order to lift him up and off the floor.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:18 pm
Chris had YIPED and hit the deck...which meant him, under the the table, Fluffy in one paw and a fork in the other.
"Well not inviting you to my BOAT PARTY clearly, if that's the way you're gonna ******** act!"
Crossing his arms, Dude curled to hang by his tail much like an opossum. Apparently being held this way didn't bother him one bit.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:42 pm
"Wut boat? Yew don't even have a boat and the Boat of Losers isn't yer's!" Chef replied angerly, giving him a shake. "Now what the hell are you doin here?! Ah told yew before, yew ATE yer flippy-floppies already!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:48 pm
"That boat is MINE dude, though I am definitely not a loser it belongs to the show and thus -me-!"
Chris crawled out of his hiding place, pointing a paw at himself in emphasis on the 'me'. That boat was his, the yacht was his, no boats for interns! Sorry Dude!
Dude giggled happily at the shaking. Most would yipe or try to run or something...he seemed content.
"I'm visiting, I'm allowed to visit right? I wouldn't object to some food either man. Cmoooooon I showed you the epic weak point in your fort, gimme some food!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:54 pm
Chef glared, shaking him again. "Well Chris?" He asked, "Wut you wanna do? Want me to throw him out?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:59 pm
"I dunno man..he did find the weak point...and knowing him he'll just sneak back in the second you throw him out...."
Chris glanced at the intern, who was nodding quite a bit at this point.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:01 pm
With a shrug, Chef dropped the intern onto the floor and proceeded to ignore him, heading towards the fireplace. He ignored the tiny stocking of his there, reaching to one side to pile a stack of logs into it. A fire was lit, and a contented Chef returned to Chris' side. HA! Let another intern try to enter through that!
"So yew showed us a weak point. Now wut?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:13 pm
Once released, Dude bounded up onto the table and sat. On it. Right in the middle of their plates. Thankfully he was not on the plates. Yet.
"I dunno man, entertain me? Cmon cmon cmon. Hey...what the hell are you guys doing in here anyway?"
Brow raised, the slightly off intern glanced around the kitchen curiously.
Chris, meanwhile, was rather effin glad to have Chef at his side again. At least it was something in between him and.....Dude.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:25 pm
Chef sighed. Didn't he break him of the habit? No? Goddamnit. He reached over and picked him up, then set him onto the floor. There was only ONE person he allowed on the table, and that was Chris. Dude may have music mixed from Chris, but that didn't count.
"Git off the table," he grumbled belatedly, "Otherwise yew won't get any pancakes or noth-" he stopped, sniffed, then hurried to the stovetop and rescued yet another crispy pancake. This was tossed onto a plate and dropped off on the main table before Chef scraped the ashy bits off and out of his pan, preparing to make more. "Hrmph. Gotta be more careful."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:27 pm
"PANCAKES?!"
He was sniffing the air, grinning rather widely despite the..crispy..smell.
"Pancakes are ******** -awesome-, but you still haven't answered what you're dooooing in here~"
Up on his feet again, Dude was fidgeting around by Chef's stove trying to see what he was up to. Chris didn't seem to mind. In fact Chris seemed even more relieved that Dude was off bothering Chef and leaving him the hell alone.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:31 pm
"Yes, pancakes yew maggot and unless you stay still and wait the broccoli monster'll getcher and you won't get any!" Well, at least that worked when he was a pup... when he was around, that is.
"Yo Chris-man! Yew still want me to keep him here or shall we strap somethin' to him to scare the interns away?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:46 pm
Which had been just often enough to engrave an absolute FEAR of the so-called 'broccoli monster' in the young Audio's mind. With a YIPE and a mentioning of the word "********" he dropped to the floor and sat there perfectly still, like a good little intern.
"I dunno man, he's...pretty terrifying enough on his own."
Was Chris still staying put? You bet your a** he was. SOMEONE had to watch over Fluffy!
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