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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:00 pm
"With sprinkles," Chef added solemnly before he left the room, "Just make sure he doesn't get away!" With that, Chef tightened the grip on his squirt gun and left, intent on finding where Spence went.
Zephiroth continued to openly snark at the host. This was too funny! He couldn't kick him out now. "It is too!" He shot back, laughing. "Would you like some chocolate and gram crackers to go along with that? Or maybe some rice krispies? Hahaha!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:08 pm
Scott grinned, looking almost happy as he dreamed of the sweet deliciousness of a donut with sprinkles, momentarily ignoring the growling of his charge.
Alone once more, Spence glanced around, wondering why Demy hadn't caught up by now.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:12 pm
Freeing one small glob of marshmallow goop, Chris quickly threw it at Zephiroth before resuming work on his hair. "Seriously dude this isn't cool! I can't do hosting like this! I need to get it out!" But getting i tout would require a trip to the bathroom, which would require leaving the safety of this desk. Chris was torn between the two options.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:15 pm
damn dinner smells nice xd
i cant seem to think of anything to say at the moment sweatdrop
*mental blank*
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:17 pm
In the hallway now, the normal thump, thump, thump of Chef's bootsteps was replaced with a softer fmp as he did his best to be stealthy. That punk that also had a hand in this was shirtless... Hey, was that him ahead? Chef began pumping the gun in preparation, building the pressure.
When the glob was flung, Zephiroth stopped laughing and caught it, his laughter fading as he made a face. "Ugh. Disgusting," he agreed, before focusing. In a moment the smell of burning marshmallows could be smelled, and after that Zephiroth dusted the ashes from his hands. "Ah, materia, how useful... Would you like me to burn it out of your hair?" He offered, a dangerous grin on his face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:21 pm
Stopping in his tracks, Marcus quickly hid behind a corner, hearing the brute's lead feet. Oh great, just what he needed, all he wanted to do was take a few photos of the tree for his family, but his curiosity made him try to rescue that demon Audio.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:23 pm
Walking into a random room to get out of the main hall, Spence glanced around for somewhere to sit while he waited for his partner in crime. The elder plopped into an empty chair, sprawling slightly as he pulled out his phone to call Demy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:28 pm
"B-b-burn?" Chris was all for seeing other people get burned...but when it came to himself and -his- hair? YEAHHHH no thanks. "I um...I'll pass dude, I'll get it out.....eventually..." The host whimpered as he tugged at his hair.
Demy's ears perked as his phone suddenly started ringing. Mumbling curses around the candy cane tied into his mouth, the rockstar squirmed and tried to reach his pocket. Fat lot of good it'd do if he ended up making it, considering he had no way to actually answer the phone. But if he could get his paw to the phone maybe he could text for help...yeah!
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:52 pm
Thinking on his feet, he looked around for something to use, and his eyes spotted an elusive fire extinguisher. Now, surely he wouldn't do such a dirty trick, but he didn't want to risk it with the chef Audio. Running over quickly, he grabbed it off it's rack and ran back over, ready.
"Here's hoping...."
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:26 am
You do realize that Marcus is already on Chef's hatelist, right? xd *snickers at the thought of him getting hit with a fire extinguisher or extinguished* Poor, poor Chef. First a whiny host, then a buncha punks...
...aaand of -course- YouTube doesn't have the episode with his squirt gun to link for RP-accuracy. >| *grumbles and mopes over the veoh account getting deleted too*
Chef knelt down and took aim, ready to fire before another Audio entered his view. This one held a fire extinguisher. He growled his frustration and changed targets, hitting Marcus with a spray of water powerful enough to rival that of a fireman's hose.
Zephiroth snickered. "Hmph. Whatever your pleasure is. I would look into getting a good pair of gloves if I were you," he added, wiggling his own hand, "You seem to be getting it stuck in your fur."
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:58 am
Snapped out of his reverie by the sound of Demy's cell phone, Scott blinked up at the struggling demonic. "W-What's that?" he asked half to himself, peering around at Demy's ringing pants.
"Come on, dumbass! Pick up!" Spence growled.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:18 am
That squirt-gun is made of win xDDD
Demy mostly ignored Scott, busy trying to get to his cellphone. Well he couldn't take the call, but he was able to reach it and fumble with it in an attempt to send a text message. ...Likely a very garbled message but damnit he was doing the best he could!
"I...what?" But it was true, trying to bring his paw away from his head led to well...nothing Blinking in confusion Chris tried a few more times to tug his paw away from his hair, but it was pretty firmly stuck. Oh crap. Now he'd have to get all the marshmallow goop out AND detatch all the little hair strands from his paw and and and....
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 3:12 pm
Wide-eyed, Marcus fell backward, the extinguisher flying out of his hands and into the air, as he fell in the opposite direction. Of course, he knew what was going to happen next.
"Uh-oh.......gravity works."
CLUNK! So much for his great idea to escape. Now he was wet, on the ground, and from the looks of it, suffering from a brand new concussion from this lousy fire extinguisher.
Well, I was actually going to have the fire extinguisher run empty on the first squirt, and then have him drop it and run like a girl. But this is funnier. XD
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 6:54 pm
"Heh heh, nice try Snuffles," Chef remarked as he waltzed passed the unlucky Audio, pumping his gun. Now... where did that other punk go? He needed a nickname. Snuffles was taken, so was Sparky... He wasn't a Snuggles, maybe a Smartass? Hm.
Maybe he's just call him Straps. Or Rips. Hell, why not just stick with 'Buckle-Boy?'
Chef grinned to himself and continued to search, pausing when he heard his growl. Gotcha! With one last pump, Chef took aim and fired.
Zephiroth's grin grew along with Chris' misery. "You could always use your other paw to hold the marshmallow down so you can pull the other one out," he pointed out innocently.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 7:05 pm
Hey, what are you doing?" the little intern squeaked, watching the wrapped up Demy.
Spence stared at the garbled text message. "What the s**t is that?!" A bunch of random letters?? "Pfft!" He had just began to type something to the effect of not being able to read dumbass when Chef appeared in the doorway and a very cold stream of water struck him full in his bare chest. "GAH!" Spence yelped as the force of the water knocked his chair over backwards, sending the former rocker rolling.
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