'You're gunna fuck an armpit?" Was exclaimed to oscar clayton, as Chu-e brandished his knife like an explorer might a machete in a jungle. Too bad he didn't have a pith hat.

With a lot of effort, the next order was handed over, which Chu-e squinted at before handing it over to Zac Ramsay. Well, given the growth in the room, he less 'handed' and more 'balled it up and tossed it'.

A shiny Blissey, plain Lopunny (not Creams), and Togekiss were all called into the cramped space.

The Blissey Egg Bombed a bunch of egg into a basket, which was Hustled to priam conrad's station by the Togekiss. Sadly, the Lopunny was a Klutz and knocked the basket over, cracking all of them. Well... they were usable... but they would have some bite to them....

"This place is a madhouse. Is Oscar dead?"

Oscar was not dead.

Unwilling to simply suffocate and die, Oscar fought to free himself the only way how. He opened his mouth wide and began chewing into the eggplant. He would swallow nothing, instead ripping into the flesh of the veggie and spitting it out. Soon like a worm he would dig his way into the vegetable proper, using his teeth to dig through its innards.

He tunneled slowly, covered in the juices of his overly plump enemy as he inched his way toward freedom. Soon enough a tiny hole could be seen on the outside of the eggplant. Bit by horrifying bit the hole would grow as Oscar clawed and gnawed his way through. Eventually Oscar would be able to shove his entire head through the hole, heaving as he switched between gasps for air and cries of triumph. 

Oscar grunted as he pushed himself through the hole, his volume of his visceral exclamations increasing as he made it further and further out of the self-made plant-gina. As Oscar's upper body was birthed, he would be able to fully wiggle himself out of the eggplant at a much faster right. He slid onto the floor, quickly rising to his feet and sighing dramatically. 

He was drenched in eggplant juices, breathing heavily as he took in what it took to save himself from that vitamin-filled hell. Oscar lifted his arms, whooping with triumph as he turned toward the Eggplant. He kicked it aside, clearing space for his work station so he could continue his shift.

Zac Ramsay, priam conrad, Chu-e Choi

"I don't know. Some of the stuff my pokemon eat off the floor is pretty gross." Speaking of, one of his trusty Meowth was Picking Up leftover crumbs and dropping into the pot. Meanwhile, Sprinkles the Skitty, known Tapu Bulu menace and wanted criminal, was using her Double Slap to be beat the shit out of the decorative bread Yamper's ass. So what if it was a little mushed up?

Actually, this place would probably be closed by the health inspectors by tomorrow.

order 6
priam conrad, Zac Ramsay, oscar clayton

Oscar raised his hand as Priam approached. "I'm alright Priam, I just need to--" Oscar cut himself off as Priam fussed over the eggplant, far more concerned about its condition than Oscar's. Oscar bit his tongue as he turned away, making a low "Mrrrrrrrrmmmmmm..." noise as he pushed his rage into his work. 

Zule the chandelure was summoned, and she would use Will-o-wisp to heat up the soup. Meanwhile Oscar's wandering eyes caught the Meowth walking in from the back fridge with a box of supplies. The box looked--off. Oscar narrowed his eyes, rushing up to the Meowth before it could place the ingredients down.

He grabbed the box, prompting a annoyed huff from their head chef. Oscar peeked into the box and nearly gagged from the smell. "What the fuck happened here!?" He plopped the box down and rushed to the fridge, throwing it open to find that the chill was gone. Oscar groaned, "The fucking fridge is broke! Son ofa--whatever I'll fix it. Time me!" Oscar threw a bunch of pokeballs off of his pocket, summoning a variety of pokemon. Oscar waved them away, "Go be helpful!" Before diving into the fridge to beat fury of life back into it.

Zac Ramsay, priam conrad, Chu-e Choi

Chu-e had kind of lost the plot. We will say this is because he is so focused on cooking, in a nice little happy place, and not because the writer is just chugging a post out to not hold the whole team back.

Since he doesn't know what oscar clayton has, Chu-e has his pokemon use literally every other move not used. His Gardevoir, Prince, uses Life Dew. His Litten uses Heat Wave. Lilligant uses Quiver Dance. His Alolan Meowth is very Rattled. It's al wonderful and beautiful and we won't think too hard about it.

Anyway, that was order seven.

order 7
chu-e uses all the other moves not used
sorry ksjdgfsd
most of my posts will be short like this and it's nothing personal friends

"Mother FUCKER--"

CLANG! CLANG-CLANG! CLANG!

"Piece of shit--"

POUND! POUND! SMASH!

"Breathe you sonova--"

SMASH! CRASH! CHURN!

Oscar was hard at work in the fridge, unable to hear Zac's worried calls as he wrestled with the machine for dominance. One of the pokemon Oscar sent out, Dayman the Volcarona, stared forward as he performed his duties. He always felt very uncomfortable when master got angry, perhaps he could help in some--

"I command you to LIVE damn you!"

SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!

Nope, best stay right here. He Quiver Danced with a bit more quiver than usual to help speed up the cooking, and used a Heat Wave to provide an adequate heating temperature. Hopefully master would be finished soon, he couldn't imagine continuing without his guidance. 

CRAAAAAASH!

"Oh shut the fuck up you pussy you're lovin' it!"

SMASH!

Zac Ramsay, Chu-e Choi, priam conrad

Chu-e paused from his work since it was very hard to ignore oscar clayton as he worked.

"Did you just call the fridge a pussy?"

It was said idly, as like a fuck ton of his pokemon were out in the already crowded kitchen. His Meganium was using an Aromatherapy to try and calm everyone down. His Comfey was Petal Dancing to try and both cut the foot and provide garnish. His Litten was using both a Heat Wave and his Flash Fire to heat the food. His Mr. Mime was pretending to work, Baton Passing the food out where it went.


Megainum used Aromatherapy
Comfey used Petal Dance
Litten used Heat Wave
Mr. Mime used Baton Pass
Litten has Flash Fire

ORDER 8