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"What kid?!" Spence, growled, irritated by the youth's matter-of-factness. He had already forgotten about the timid little audio who had been walking up with Demy a moment before.

Pleeeeease don't bump here guys. It's not needed, and emote-only posts are one of my pet peeves. ^^; If you're looking for someone to chat with, why not head over to the main thread? :3 There won't be any more business-related things here (ie, SSes (those'll be PM'd out when I finish recovering them from harddisk crash, ugh) giveaways, etc), just role-play. x3


"Yep! Jus' like momma always said it would," Chef replied, eying the goo before adding in even more oil. He hoped that the host wouldn't ask for a mirror. Or anything reflective. Chef could foresee the host going through twenty bottles of shampoo and conditioner to restore his hair to its former glory, then using another sixty bottles just to be on the safe side.

...geeze, no wonder they couldn't afford all the cool props!

Trembling, the scrawny intern peeked out of the room he'd been hiding in and cautiously slunk back to Demy's side.

Spence eyed Scott with a snort. Honestly, where did Demy pick up these things?!

"There you are!" Demy eyed him, not looking too thrilled about this either. "Cmon, let's go get the donuts and be done with this..." Huffing the little demonic walked off, intending for the two to follow.

Chris whimpered, looking like he was ready to reach up and touch his hair again...before thinking better of it and leaving his paws far away from that goopy mess. Instead he took to picking off the bits of oily marshmallow he could from his paws. "Dude um...I'd rather not pullt out a bunch of my hair? Can we make that not happen?..." Uh yeah, losing a bunch of his hair while they were preparing for the next show season? Not a good idea.

And if Chef knew what was good for him he -would- make Chris' demands happen. He might look tiny and laid back....well that's because he was tiny and laid back. But his hair was of vital importantance and seemed like a pretty darn good reason to unleash his mad assassin skills.

"Yessir," Chef replied, watching him and thinking. He really, really hoped that the oil would work... and that it wouldn't damage the host's hair at all. Regular shampoo's about two dollars for a good-sized bottle, he thought, Chris' favorite brand is about thirty per... extra hydrating is forty... times that by thirty... Aw man! I better start leavin' less scraps for the interns. Pity it was illegal to bait the interns anymore. Chef made a killing with his intern-fights on the side before the mounties had to be bribed to keep quiet and shut it down in a quiet-like manner. It was a pity -- the interns were fed less after that, since that little... "Competition" was a way to keep them on their toes and make sure that the strongest were there to be taken out by better stronger faster obstacles later.

"Uhm, do you have your comb with you, sir? It might be faster to comb it out in little pieces than to tug it out."

Grumbling to himself a bit, Spence walked off after the dim-witted pair.

Scott trailed behind Demy nervously, glancing back at Spence every now and then.