(゜゜;)(。。;)
Uh…I don't know how it'll work, but his head looks like a toaster and you expect me to do NOTHING? (pretty sure it is really one of the used toasters).
PLZ don`t kill my funtime.
Also, need more fics about this group.
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On the next episode of Iron Banana: The Final Chef...
Someone somewhere mentioned I should do an Eliksni cooking as well... so now we have a cooking show.
I think I could have worked more on this but alas, other things must get done.
I like the Servitor Sous Chefs. Servitor Sauce bringer? Servitor Salt and Pepper Shaker? That should be a thing.
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Made a grilled cheese with apple bacon jam and provolone on sourdough. The sudden urge to start a failed catering business that prompts me to move back in with my father and work in a run down sub shop with more code violations than customers under the intense yet sad blue eyed stare of my culinary idol who has all but fallen apart the seams is soooooo strong.
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So Psycho!Noah would definitely do something like play the Knife Game, right? It was popular enough around the time, and does fulfill his thrill seeking needs.
And hey, he can even use it to prove to others that he's willing to make things fair. He'll threaten his own safety AS WELL as everyone else's!
(He'd most likely just do it for unnerving others as per usual, but I think it's still interesting to think if he'd genuinely think this would work.)
Psycho!Noah would absolutely play the Knife Game!
Something dangerous and 'luck' based, that puts his own (and other's, potentially) wellbeing at risk, AND it involves sharp objects? It's practically designed to pique his interests! His constant quest for excitement/thrill-seeking would make him a very big fan of things like the Knife Game.
As for proving his fairness; Noah, in his infinite wisdom, would think it'd be a display of fairness and goodwill, but everyone around him just sees it as him being unhinged enough to gamble his own safety in his hunger for violence... which isn't exactly untrue, though it's a heavily exacerbated interpretation of just how stab-happy he is (which he intentionally cultivated, so...).
He could probably rope Duncan into playing with him, by poking at his pride as a "fellow knife haver" by claiming that, for someone who's constantly threatening to stab people, Noah's never seen him actually use a knife for anything but woodcarving. Saying that, he could potentially rope about half of the remaining cast into playing with him just by insulting their egos; Heather, Courtney and Alejandro would never take a challenge to their capabilities sitting down, so they'd join in just to prove how 'skilled' they are.
Now, I want you to imagine the following scenario with me: Noah's hoped the above competitors into playing the Knife Game with him. They all started out trepidly, but as the game continued their respective competitiveness won out over their rational thinking, an they're all pretty invested in the game.
Then Noah kicks it up a notch by speeding up his stabbing tempo.
Slice!
A finger comes straight off, followed immediately by a gushing fountain of blood. Everyone starts screaming, panicking like headless (and in one case fingerless) chickens, whilst Noah's laughing manically to himself as his hand continues to pour litres of blood onto the floor and table, dying everything around him a sticky crimson.
Thanks to her CIT training, Courtney's the most clear-headed in the situation and barks out for someone to retrieve Noah's discarded finger, intending to preserve it for an emergency reattachment. She rushes over to Noah's side, momentarily forgetting her misgivings about getting so close to him, and tries to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on his finger stub.
But. His hand. It's... rubber?
Noah pulls his real arm out of the fake, rubber prosthetic he'd worn over it, waggling his perfectly fine fingers (coated in that same viscous scarlet) to his competitors with a grin.
A beat of silence. Then, outrage.
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