Stay out of this Kitchen! [MPC 36]
Jan 12, 2017 22:33:50 GMT
Post by Erys Aranea on Jan 12, 2017 22:33:50 GMT
“Hello, Digmon Cookery Channel, fans. I’m Mr Etemon, the beautiful and handsome judge for today's IRON CHEF!”
“Joining me today as my special guest,” Etemon said, whilst simultaneously staring in a pocket mirror. “My much less good-looking co-host. Former champion, Mr Burgermon. Say hello to the crowd, will ya?”
“It’s nice to be here, I can’t wait to start the judging. It’s far less tense on this side of the tabl– ”
“I said, say hello. Not to give them your life story. They are here for me, yours truly and most beautiful – winner of three consecutive – most beautiful mon of the digital world. Mr Etemon,” he spat down the microphone before remembering it was turned on and every member of the audience could hear him. “Aaaaanyway. Let’s meet our contestants, shall we.”
All the cameras quickly turned back towards the audience so they faced away from the judges table. On the left table sat a team of two large looking eggplants, except red and with green weedy hair and long club arms. Their supposed captain who sat between the two was much smaller and greener, with a more wild feather-like headdress and thin vine arms. “Here we have some vegetables. I mean Vegiemon – wait – I hope our special ingredient isn’t vegetables. Can someone check that. Remember, the Cooking Channel DOES NOT condone cannibalism.” he continued, adding in an undertone, “Unless it’s vegetables, but no-one eats them anyway.”
“Our other team was supposed to be a team of Deputymon. But he is too busy with filming a sequel to the classic film – of course, not as good as the films with yours truly in – Deputymon and the Sunmon Kid. Next card,” he said, reading from the prompts which were being held up by a Numemon. “So…we have our fabulous replacement misfits. I mean team! Some weird fleshbag, Strabimon and Flamemon. Give them a cheer and then give me a bigger cheer!” Timed perfectly with the audience applause, the camera spun once again so it now pointed at the long table which sat Erys and partners. She must admit it wasn’t the way she wanted to get onto television. Flamemon was balancing plates on the end of a stick and calling for the other two to watch, Strabimon was banging his head on the table whilst Erys waved nervously for the camera.
“Okay, chefs. Your secret ingredient today is… Oh dear, can we show that. Okay, our ingredient is Prickly Pears & Hawk Radish. Apologies to our vegetable team,” Etemon sprawled. Still, holding up the mirror and running a comb through this locks of hair. “Do you have anything to say, less beautiful co-host,” Etemon said now turning away from his mirror to stare at the living burger sat at this side whom had yet to finish a sentence. “Good luck,” he said, slightly more irritatedly now.
“Okaaaaay. Both teams, ready? Let’s get cooking,” Etemon called out, as a large hourglass which had been sat behind them, turned over and the small grains of sand started to fall. “Go, Mr. Strabimon,” called the boom operator Sukamon to the team. “You’re making him lose his focus,” said the Numemon which was ignoring his duties as holder of the cue cards to slap the Sukamon.
Erys moved closer to her partners and in an undertone, whispered, “Do either of you know how to cook.” Both of them shook their heads quickly, which caused one of the plates to fall from the stack and smash. Noone really noticed however as Etemon had moved on to talk about which products he used to style his hair and everyone was paying attention to him. The team of the three Vegiemon was already getting underway. Smashing up the vegetables with their club like arms, quite uncaring that they are basically smashing themselves – not to mention the plates, sideboards, tiles and worktops around them which became mixed with the vegetables.
It appeared to not be going any better at the judges table, Burgermon was banging his bread head against the table, which sent a spray of – what Erys hoped was ketchup – over the table top. This seemed to not be bothering Etemon who was now standing on his chair and flexing for the cameras, causing his tuxedo to rip slightly on one side.
“So we only got so much time left, what are we going to do,” Erys asked her partners who looked back at her still just as befuddled. “Just cook the vegetables, okay,” she said, handing a stack of vegetables to Flamemon, who nodded in a way that meant ‘now, you’re speaking my language’
“Strabimon. can you get me some fish,” he nodded once and walked away towards the table which held all of the food for the contest which was for both teams. Just at that moment, a vine stretched out from the Vegiemon team and grabbed the tail of the fish, just as Strabimon did. In seconds, it became a tug of war for the fish. “That’s mine, Vegetable.”
“I dont fink’ so, mutt.” The two of them started to fight over the fish which led to Strabimon digivolving into Lobomon. “Wjhat do you think now, weed,” he snarled at the Vegiemon.
“O’ rude, do I look like a Weedmon to you. No...see green, not brown,” it snarled back waving its weedy arms menacingly at him. “That IS it! Howling Cannon!” A beam of blue light shot from the cannon on his arm and shot the Vegiemon straight through the skylight into the beyond.
Meanwhile back with Flamemon – who at this point digivolved into Agunimon – had successfully got bored with the simplicity of the oven and had used his own fire and thus had set the whole sideboard on fire. The fire quickly spread along the sideboard and up into the cupboard, dazzlingly cooking the fish, albeit at the cost of the studio. This quickly led to the sprinklers going off, dousing everyone with cold water.
Utter chaos rained over the hall, everyone began to run around like chickens with their heads cut off, the audience mostly left and over all the noise could be heard the cries off, “Nooooo my precious hair. It’s gone. All gone. Gone, gone, gone. Why did this happen, why! Why!”
“I’ve had enough of your stupidity, I quit,” called the Burgermon but no-one really heard him over all the noise. As he left, he stepped hard on Etemon long tail which made him scream about something other than his hair and Burgermon left with cries off, “I am not a happy meal right now!” After an hour, order was restored to some degree – both teams were returned in full but the audience was much emptier than before. The stage was ruined as was the food and there was only a very wet and grumpy Etemon with a bandage around his tail sat at the judges table.
“Don’t worry, your still fantastically beautiful judge is here,” he said, grinning for the remaining audience of three people as well as the boom, cue card holder who held up damp and unreadable cards. “So, now lets reveal your winner! Drum roll? – No? Okay, our drummer has left but still. Our winner is….
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“ME! For such an excellent job at judging this contest! Thank you, thank you! Thank you everyone,” he said, blowing kisses into the audience. As to which, an excited Babamon swooned spectacularly.
The credits started to run as Erys, Flamemon and Strabimon just wandered out of the studio in utter confusion to what had happened. While the Babamon, so excited had jumped down from her seat and then pounced on Etemon, held him down and kissed him repeatedly – which was victory enough.
Can I get posts please!
“Joining me today as my special guest,” Etemon said, whilst simultaneously staring in a pocket mirror. “My much less good-looking co-host. Former champion, Mr Burgermon. Say hello to the crowd, will ya?”
“It’s nice to be here, I can’t wait to start the judging. It’s far less tense on this side of the tabl– ”
“I said, say hello. Not to give them your life story. They are here for me, yours truly and most beautiful – winner of three consecutive – most beautiful mon of the digital world. Mr Etemon,” he spat down the microphone before remembering it was turned on and every member of the audience could hear him. “Aaaaanyway. Let’s meet our contestants, shall we.”
All the cameras quickly turned back towards the audience so they faced away from the judges table. On the left table sat a team of two large looking eggplants, except red and with green weedy hair and long club arms. Their supposed captain who sat between the two was much smaller and greener, with a more wild feather-like headdress and thin vine arms. “Here we have some vegetables. I mean Vegiemon – wait – I hope our special ingredient isn’t vegetables. Can someone check that. Remember, the Cooking Channel DOES NOT condone cannibalism.” he continued, adding in an undertone, “Unless it’s vegetables, but no-one eats them anyway.”
“Our other team was supposed to be a team of Deputymon. But he is too busy with filming a sequel to the classic film – of course, not as good as the films with yours truly in – Deputymon and the Sunmon Kid. Next card,” he said, reading from the prompts which were being held up by a Numemon. “So…we have our fabulous replacement misfits. I mean team! Some weird fleshbag, Strabimon and Flamemon. Give them a cheer and then give me a bigger cheer!” Timed perfectly with the audience applause, the camera spun once again so it now pointed at the long table which sat Erys and partners. She must admit it wasn’t the way she wanted to get onto television. Flamemon was balancing plates on the end of a stick and calling for the other two to watch, Strabimon was banging his head on the table whilst Erys waved nervously for the camera.
“Okay, chefs. Your secret ingredient today is… Oh dear, can we show that. Okay, our ingredient is Prickly Pears & Hawk Radish. Apologies to our vegetable team,” Etemon sprawled. Still, holding up the mirror and running a comb through this locks of hair. “Do you have anything to say, less beautiful co-host,” Etemon said now turning away from his mirror to stare at the living burger sat at this side whom had yet to finish a sentence. “Good luck,” he said, slightly more irritatedly now.
“Okaaaaay. Both teams, ready? Let’s get cooking,” Etemon called out, as a large hourglass which had been sat behind them, turned over and the small grains of sand started to fall. “Go, Mr. Strabimon,” called the boom operator Sukamon to the team. “You’re making him lose his focus,” said the Numemon which was ignoring his duties as holder of the cue cards to slap the Sukamon.
Erys moved closer to her partners and in an undertone, whispered, “Do either of you know how to cook.” Both of them shook their heads quickly, which caused one of the plates to fall from the stack and smash. Noone really noticed however as Etemon had moved on to talk about which products he used to style his hair and everyone was paying attention to him. The team of the three Vegiemon was already getting underway. Smashing up the vegetables with their club like arms, quite uncaring that they are basically smashing themselves – not to mention the plates, sideboards, tiles and worktops around them which became mixed with the vegetables.
It appeared to not be going any better at the judges table, Burgermon was banging his bread head against the table, which sent a spray of – what Erys hoped was ketchup – over the table top. This seemed to not be bothering Etemon who was now standing on his chair and flexing for the cameras, causing his tuxedo to rip slightly on one side.
“So we only got so much time left, what are we going to do,” Erys asked her partners who looked back at her still just as befuddled. “Just cook the vegetables, okay,” she said, handing a stack of vegetables to Flamemon, who nodded in a way that meant ‘now, you’re speaking my language’
“Strabimon. can you get me some fish,” he nodded once and walked away towards the table which held all of the food for the contest which was for both teams. Just at that moment, a vine stretched out from the Vegiemon team and grabbed the tail of the fish, just as Strabimon did. In seconds, it became a tug of war for the fish. “That’s mine, Vegetable.”
“I dont fink’ so, mutt.” The two of them started to fight over the fish which led to Strabimon digivolving into Lobomon. “Wjhat do you think now, weed,” he snarled at the Vegiemon.
“O’ rude, do I look like a Weedmon to you. No...see green, not brown,” it snarled back waving its weedy arms menacingly at him. “That IS it! Howling Cannon!” A beam of blue light shot from the cannon on his arm and shot the Vegiemon straight through the skylight into the beyond.
Meanwhile back with Flamemon – who at this point digivolved into Agunimon – had successfully got bored with the simplicity of the oven and had used his own fire and thus had set the whole sideboard on fire. The fire quickly spread along the sideboard and up into the cupboard, dazzlingly cooking the fish, albeit at the cost of the studio. This quickly led to the sprinklers going off, dousing everyone with cold water.
Utter chaos rained over the hall, everyone began to run around like chickens with their heads cut off, the audience mostly left and over all the noise could be heard the cries off, “Nooooo my precious hair. It’s gone. All gone. Gone, gone, gone. Why did this happen, why! Why!”
“I’ve had enough of your stupidity, I quit,” called the Burgermon but no-one really heard him over all the noise. As he left, he stepped hard on Etemon long tail which made him scream about something other than his hair and Burgermon left with cries off, “I am not a happy meal right now!” After an hour, order was restored to some degree – both teams were returned in full but the audience was much emptier than before. The stage was ruined as was the food and there was only a very wet and grumpy Etemon with a bandage around his tail sat at the judges table.
“Don’t worry, your still fantastically beautiful judge is here,” he said, grinning for the remaining audience of three people as well as the boom, cue card holder who held up damp and unreadable cards. “So, now lets reveal your winner! Drum roll? – No? Okay, our drummer has left but still. Our winner is….
…
…
…
“ME! For such an excellent job at judging this contest! Thank you, thank you! Thank you everyone,” he said, blowing kisses into the audience. As to which, an excited Babamon swooned spectacularly.
The credits started to run as Erys, Flamemon and Strabimon just wandered out of the studio in utter confusion to what had happened. While the Babamon, so excited had jumped down from her seat and then pounced on Etemon, held him down and kissed him repeatedly – which was victory enough.
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