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Post by Kirukelgyr on Apr 26, 2005 13:48:47 GMT -5
*walks up to Fudge* Hallo! ^^ What're you all doing? Oo! Is this some sort of demented anime convention? *never pays attention*
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Post by Robyn on Apr 26, 2005 13:50:55 GMT -5
*doesn't bother to read the whole thing cause its long* Whatcha doing?
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Apr 26, 2005 14:32:29 GMT -5
*Fudge glares at the two*
"No, it's not an Anime Convention. And getting ready to kill myself. Are you two nutjobs here to enter as contestants?"
*Bob, hearing Fudge pulls out the pickle bazooka*
Fudge: "MerWAH!" *Gets hit in the face with a projectiling picks*
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Post by Skiv on Apr 26, 2005 15:08:53 GMT -5
*scribbles 42 down in all the answer spaces on the form* Here y'are!! *beams* What now?
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Apr 26, 2005 15:17:21 GMT -5
Fudge: *Makes squishy noises from under the pickle embedded in his face* (Follow the sheep.)
Robosheep: "Bahhhbeep." (If I say anything bad, I'm going to get pickled, aren't I?)
Bob: *Nods*
*Robosheep trots into the arena and points to the empty kitchen next to MA*
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Post by Robyn on Apr 26, 2005 19:41:12 GMT -5
Hey Bob! Can I be a judge? And what would I have to do to get there?
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Apr 26, 2005 19:46:09 GMT -5
Bob: Nothing really. Just fill out this form and follow the sheep to the Judge's Booth. *Hands Robin a form*
Robosheep: Bahhhbeep. (Someone actually wants to eat that food!? That brave, brave girl.)
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Post by Robyn on Apr 26, 2005 19:49:04 GMT -5
*skims form* Thats easy. *fills in all the questions with random numbers* w00t! *hands form back to Bob* Lead the way robosheep!
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Apr 26, 2005 19:57:11 GMT -5
Robosheep: Bahhhbeep. (It's your funeral.) *Bounds up a set of stairs behind Bob and into an elevated booth overlooking the stadium* *Stops in front of a one of four chairs* Bahhhbeep. (Sit.) *Bounds out*
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Post by Robyn on Apr 26, 2005 19:58:26 GMT -5
w00t! Thanks! *sits down* Hmm.....this might be awhile.....*pulls out HGttG* *reads*
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Post by Skiv on Apr 26, 2005 22:21:52 GMT -5
*heads toward empty kitchen* *yells back* Is there already food and stuff?
*glances at the book in Robin's hand* That's m'girl!! Would you like to meet your meat for the evening?*jerks thumb over her shoulder in the vauge direction of a cow*
Unfortunate Marmot: *quails because he thinks she's jerking at him*
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Apr 27, 2005 9:45:19 GMT -5
*TEO snaps out of her animeness and glomps her competition, ie, Skiv.*
"Bwahaha! Have a Pan Galactic Gargler Blaster."
*She shoves a tall beaker into Skiv's hands, which is yellow and foaming. It smells faintly of Draino, lemons, Acturean Mega-Donkey and something pseudo-alcoholic.*
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Post by Robyn on Apr 27, 2005 11:09:18 GMT -5
Draino..........ick........*shivers*
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Apr 27, 2005 14:21:35 GMT -5
*The lights in the arena dim. Fog rolls down from the stage as multi-colored spotlights flicker* *Jette walks out of the fog*
"Yay, I finally appear here! Anyway, there's not much to say. All's fair. Just no bombing or torching of the building. Or of the other contestants." *Eyes The ASW* "Anyway, it's time to reveal your theme ingrediant." *Points at a table covered with a white sheet* "Bob, off with the sheet!" *Bob takes off the sheet* "Kumquat! Let's see you make a three course meal with those things! Now, Begin!" *Runs to the Judge's booth*
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Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Apr 27, 2005 14:27:45 GMT -5
MA quickly picks up the kumquats and runs over to her chef's place. She sets a giant pot of rice onto boil and gets out nori sheets, all of the other ingredients she needs, and spices. Quickly, she cuts up a few kumquats and begins to slice up washed cucumbers, carrots, and avacados.
" The appetizer shall be vegetarian sushi with kumquat zest, the entree shall be chicken curry rice with kumquat, okonyomaki containing kumquat zest, and miso ramen with kumquat zest, and the dessert shall be sweet rice balls wrapped with nori sheets and topped with strawberry and kumquat syrup!" She declared softly so her other cookmates couldn't hear, but proudly to herself as she busied over the cutting board.
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