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If it was up to him, Chef would throw a hat on Chris' hair and call it good if it was ever out of place. But at the sight of that, Chris would probably run and hide in his back-up shelter until the next week. Or month. Hell, it might be a couple of years before he saw him again! To preserve his career in the show biz, Chef learned early on to not poke fun of or make mention of Chris' hair if it was out of place. That one intern he called "Peep" told him that before the beavers got him.

Chef gave a wide grin and slowly nodded. "That'll be great, though... we should probably make sure the camp's ready to receive campers before we send it out, y'know? Gotta make sure all the cameras are working like they're supposed ta."

Chef could easily pick Chris up and sling him over his shoulder and carry him out that way. But Chris knew better then that -- he only opened his trailer door on bad hairdays to snatch at the platter of food Chef left him, and if Chef was already on his way back to the kitchen to serve the campers their food. There was no way Chef could make a grab at him in that state.

Whoooa whoa whoa. Help with questions? That was... well, easier than decorating the tree! Easier than masquerading as an escape psychopathic killer! "How long is this... questionnaire going to be?" Chef asked, "Are we talkin' yes or no questions, or short answers that'll result in several essay-long answers?"

Was the headache worth the capture of the wild, rare, and elusive Chris? Nope. Not one bit.

"Heh heh heh, excellent," Chef replied with a grin. "Yeeah, we should probably pick the longest one just 'cause it was long and ignore the rest of it. Just to have a wordy bookworm in with the rest of'em."

Chef kept his attention on Chris, and didn't notice the small form. It didn't help that Chris was blocking it, but hey -- what would you do with a tiny host?

"Thankie!" Chef replied, beaming. "Course we're takin' a risk with paperwork. With the video interviews we could at least see'em and note how crappy why were... Paperwork's gonna require work."

And then the mysterious form struck! Chef sputtered and shook as something climbed up his back, and before Chef could react (ie, try not to throw Chris down and run after him), he was gone. "CHRIS! Chris my man, are you okay?!"

Content in the fact he wasn't immediately being hunted down, Demy stood near the doorway and chowed down on the cookie. "Told you I could do it!" Spence was lucky he had such a willing worker for the price of a few cookies.

"But it'll be worth it in the e---" Chris' eyes grew wide at the brief glimpse he had of the jar before it's contents were emptied right into his hair. For an agonizing few moments the host sat in horrified silence, before he tilted his head back and let out a yell that could rival that of Heather's. "It's in my HAIR!!!"

Spence's eyes widened as the large audio pulled out a knife and started toward them. Time to get the hell out and leave Demy holding the bag...or cookie in this case! Not waiting around for introductions, the waiter bolted, leaving poor Demy without so much as a warning.

"Ah am NOT gonna spend the next month listening to him babble like that!" Okay, so maybe it would just be a couple weeks, but that all depended on if he could distract Chris enough. Chances were, Chris would be shocked to the point where he'd be unable to react to anything around him... A good opportunity for unhappy interns to strike.

Chef tossed his knife from one hand to the other and reached out, trying to grab the one that didn't flee by one of his wings. "Git over here!" If he was lucky, he could tie him up and go after the other one. He had a degree in man-hunting, damnit! He was going to put it to good use!