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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 5:30 pm
"You think I'd leave that key somewhere? AS IF Chef man.."
Chris fumbled with the little pouch on his necklace for a moment, and then suddenly produced...A KEY! The key to shed three even!
"Heeeere it is Chef-man!"
The host waved it for a moment...
And then Dude literally FLEW BY, snagging the key right out of the host's paw.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 5:33 pm
Chef stared.
And then stared some more.
He slowly shook his head in amazement. "If ah didn't know better, ah could've sworn yew planned this whole thing up," he said, turning away from the table and going to his supply cabinet. There he retrieved his high-powered squirtgun, taking the empty plastic ex-toy to the sink in order to fill it up. "Ah'll be ready when yew are, in just a second man."
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 7:51 pm
Dude didn't seem to be part of the plan. In fact Dude was currently running around the kitchen screaming about something or other and holding the key. Chris didn't seem so amused. Chris was, in fact, up on his paws and attempting to chase Dude around.
It wasn't working well.
"CHEEEEEEEEF! GET HIM!"
Ouch, host whine.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:33 pm
With a roar, Chef lunged and attempted to tackle Dude, arms outstretched and teeth bared. Oooh, scarly broccoli monster ROOOOAR!
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:53 pm
OHGODITSTHEBROCCOLIMONSTERRUN!!
Screaming about ******** NO he will NOT be eating his vegetables THANKYOUVERYMUCH, the crazy little intern barely skidded out of Chef's way and ran out into the messhall part of the building.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:29 pm
Even though he missed and made a not-so-epic "THMP!" onto the floor, Chef scrambled to his hands and knees, then his back paws in order to give chase. Or would have, if he didn't stop to grab his squirtgun, screw the cap closed, and then gave chase while pumping it.
Heh heh heh.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:39 pm
Dude was currently running around the messhall, attempting to bounce off the stacked up 'fortifications'. Namely, the furniture.
Chris scrambled out to 'assist', which was a hell of a lot like YELLING FROM THE SIDELINES at Chef to do a better damn job.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:44 pm
Chef pumped the gun and chased after the runaway spawn, stopping to lift the gun up. Point, aim, fire! Heh heh, let's see how he handles that!
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:33 pm
Dude handled that...by using one certain host as a shield from the watery DOOM. Which of course resulted in BOTH of them being blasted into the Messhall wall, but Dude didn't seem to mind. Chris, on the other paw, was spitting curses and whining about HIS HAIR.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:38 pm
Part of Chef's mind went Oh s**t at getting Chris. The other part pointed out that a wet and whiny Chris now was better than dealing with a dry and whiny Chris sharing his kitchen and demanding the most obscure and annoying things. Like giving him the best bottle of booze in a rain blue shotglass. Not just a blue shotglass. a RAIN. BLUE. SHOTGLASS.
With that comforting thought, Chef ambled over to the pair and picked Dude up by his tail. "Yew wanna drop that key nao or...?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:51 pm
"Uhhh...."
Dude hung there, seemingly contemplating the question.
"Nu uh!"
Annnnd then he did what any good crazy a** intern did.
...He swallowed the key.
"Ughhh, Chef-man! I thought we talked about this before! No. spraying. the. ho-----THE KEY!"
Chris PANICKED at the key being swollen, suddenly going on a very long tirade about just WHAT this meant for them.
Which was basically a whole lot of NOT GOOD.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:01 pm
Chef stared at Dude. No way. No way was he going to walk Dude on the other end of a ten-foot pole to get the key to come out. His contract didn't cover it. Chris' tiny print that he added in didn't cover it. Nothing covered it, no way no know-how. He could probably make it come back up, but then guess who got to pick the key up and hold onto it. Yeeeep, you got it.
Chef was not happy. Not, not, NOT. HAPPY.
The large audio settled for shaking the intern, then dropped and planted his foot on him. He sighed. "Now wut man? Yew want me to see if the other one can break in or if he made a spare or...?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:08 pm
Dude didn't seem worried. In fact, Dude was currently underneath the other's large foot, giggling happily and pawing at the boots.
Chris, meanwhile, was currently tugging at his hair. Tugging. at. HIS. -HAIR-. Yeah, he was pretty freaked out.
"He..he had to make a spare right?! Or know a way in or SOMETHING man.."
That high pitched whine was creeping into his voice again.
"We'll...we'll just ask him, right. Do that!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:23 pm
Chef suddenly discovered a fascination for his boots. He looked down and watched Dude carefully, shifting his weight. "Well man," he mumbled, "Ah dunno where Sweeps is 'cause he's one of the few good ones that does 'is work when told ta. 'S kinda creepy and unusual, but..." He shrugged, then pressed down on Dude to get McHatchet's attention. "Yo down there! What'll yew do ta give the key back a'fore it goes through yo system?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:28 pm
"Well FIND HIM then? Cmoooon Chef-man, surely you can find one stupid intern..."
Nevermind that said intern was -Sweeps-, but hey.
Dude was content to simply paw at the boots until suddenly pressed by one. At this he let out a high SQUEAK, then resumed his giggling.
"Give up the key back? Ahaha, no ******** way man, I'm fine, thanks!"
Yeah, he wasn't very cooperative.
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