fandomhigh | Detention- Saturday July 22

When the students entered the Danger Shop on Saturday they will notice that it has been transformed into a giant kitchen. If someone felt like counting they would see that there was one oven, one fridge and one counter space for each person. Lying on a huge table in the center of the room was almost every kind of food imaginable. The Swedish Chef and Das Schnitzel were standing beside the table. The Chef looked positively giddy.

There was a list of names written on a dry erase board:
~~Cameron Mitchell~~
~~Walter Dorenz~~
~~Jude Lizowski~~

When everyone had assembled the Chef began to speak. "Velcume-a tu detenshun stoodents! I dun't knoo vhet yuoo deed tu get in here und I du nut vunt tu knoo. Yuoo ere-a ell leettle-a angels in my iyes."

Hopefully everyone would ignore the fact that the Chef had no eyes, so to speak. Just two bushy eyebrows. "Tudey's acteevities veell revulve aruoond cuukeeng und ootheer chef-ly duuteees. Yuoo veell leern vhet it is like tu be-a me. Isn't thet exceeting? Bork Bork Bork!"

((~~Wait for OCD please.~~ It's up! Everyone will be released around 5 pm FHT or whenever you finish the activities. Don't worry about the accent; there will be OOC instructions written in non-swedish terms below every activity.))

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Which was more annoying than the other food. Keeping up an arm to keep from getting hit in the face, he blindly grabbed the next bowl. Spaghetti. It was harder to aim with, but lots of fun.

Augh! Not the spaghetti! He had a distaste for the stuff ever since he'd been shooting it from his fingers.

He ducked behind a counter a little too slowly and ended up with spaghetti in his hair like a very bad wig.

Still wearing his spaghetti wig, he stood up and flipped an entire bowl of lima beans at Cameron, less the bowl itself, of course.

"Dude," Cameron's turn to duck and dive for more ammo. And he ended up with lasagna. "I don't know about you, but I don't think we've been good at avoiding food," he called out at Walter moving closer.

Walter crouched back down and duck walked away from Cameron's voice. "You're just lucky you're catching me while I have one game eye."

He randomly grabbed something off the counter above his head. Ooh, pistachio pudding.

"I'll just be grateful," Cameron replied, following his voice. Then he jumped up. Hopefully there would be enough time to locate Walter and dump the lasagna on him.

Walter stood up to throw his pudding and found himself face to face with lasagna, literally. He pressed on with his pudding-y weapon nonetheless.

"Ack," Cameron hadn't expected a counter-strike right away and ended up with a mouth full off pudding while the rest dripped down his face and clothes. Blinking, wiped it out of his eyes. "Truce?"

Walter sputtered a bit of lasagna out of his mouth and nodded. He stuck out a hand. "Truce."

Granted, that hand was covered in potatoes, gravy, pudding, and other sauces, but it's the thought that counts.

It's not like Cameron's hand was all that much better. Shaking Walter's hand, he looked around. "Should we get that other guy?"

Walter grinned and nodded. "Definitely."

Smirking, Cameron grabbed a bowl of mac & cheese and looked around for their target.

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