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Hearing the ruckus, Marcus carefully peeked around the door frame. He would've noticed the goo-covered host first, but it was the demonic Audio being held captive by..........Christmas decorations? Now surely, he'd seen a lot in his time, but using the festive season to tag and gag someone? Veeeery kooky.

Ohgodmorepeoplewerecomingin! Chef had about 5 seconds to nab Chris before the host went into hiding for who knows how long.

Demy look positively pissed off. Perhaps it was because colorful balls of joy were now hanging off of his horns. And all that friggin tinsel was getting in his hair and down his shirt and just ew. "Oh puh-lease! Military school is for idiots who can't handle the real world an---" Demy went strangely silent, eyeing the candycane for a moment. Peppermint? Friggin peppermint?! He had to be kidding.... Ears flat against his head Demy snarled viciously at the candycane.

Without waiting for a reply, Chef shoved the muddle of the candy cane against Demy's mouth and pressed, waiting for him to open his mouth and slide it in. It wasn't just peppermint, oh no. It was still wrapped in the annoying plastic wrap-flavored.

"Yo Steven! Shirley, Sam Scottish -- whatever the hell you're called, get out here and help me out!" Chef called over his shoulder, hoping the intern was nearby. It was then that he noticed Chris' state of panic. Oh hell no. He was about to reach over to Chris to sooth him, then he spotted the impossible-to-hide-Marcus. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" He roared, "Scatt! SHOO!"

Scott scurried over at the summons. "Y-yes sir?" he asked timidly.

Assuring himself that no one was following, Spence had slowed and eventually stopped a ways away from the crime scene. Snickering to himself, the audio pulled out his phone to examine the photo he'd taken.

"What the---MMRPH!" Demy shook his head, struggling to get his mouth the hell away from that stupid candycane.

Marcus' plan had been brilliant!...Except the tinsel was just extra humiliation and ties upon the real thing holding him..those damn Christmas lights. Tinsel -itself- would never be able to support the weight of a struggling demonic Audio. So he was minus a few silver strands of annoyance, but still very firmly stuck to that tree.

OHGOD And now Sean, Sanderson, Scotty McPeterson, WHATEVER his name was was here! With a horrified whimper, Chris made to dash past Chef to reach the door.

"Good! Use this-" here he handed Scott the candycane and pointed at the struggling demonic. "To shut him up. Shove the middle of it into his mouth, then secure it into place with more lights. There's a non-intern meal in it for you if you do," granted the meal would be simple like a fresh egg on non-moldy bread or a muffin bought from a store, but it'd be something.

As Chris made an attempt to escape, Chef swung his arm up and attempted to "catch" the fleeing host and scoop him up and into his arms. Great, so now he had three audio to hunt down and torment. The demonic, which he caught, the mysterious "Spence"-punk in the pants, and the red wannabe ninja. He'd call the last one Snuffles.

Scott stared up at the demonic audio fearfully. H-He was almost scarier looking than Chef. Trembling, the little audio glanced back uncertainly. The mention of real food, however, was enough to inspire him to follow orders. Scrambling to pick up another string of lights, the intern slowly held the candy cane up to Demy's mouth.

Far from Chef's kitchen, Spence jumped as the other audio came running out of nowhere and smacked into him. "Watch where you're ********' going!" the former rocker growled.

"Get that the HELL away from me!" Demy snarled at the candy cane, struggling to lash out at Scott. Thankfully for the little intern Chef already had him tied up pretty good.


Unfortunately, hair issues gave Chris more speed than Chef was used to seeing out of him. Dodging the larger Audio's grab, Chris dashed to the other side of the room and dove under a desk.

..Zephiroth's desk.

...The desk he had been hiding under to avoid all the pine.