The tea would be welcome, as even Chu-e could get sometimes tired when cooking. It might have been one of his very few special interests, since all my fucking characters are autistic even if they don't know it, but he had been going for so long that even he was getting a bit winded.

Thankfully, Creams was ready to Fire Punch whatever needed it and his Snom was ready to cool something else down with his Ice Scales.

Really, a fantastic duo.

"That's a good idea. We should use up anything Oscar doesn't destroy."

ORDER 9

The kitchen was a continuous buzz as more orders came in. Oscar's Manectric, Doyle, and Toxtricity, Rampant, seemed to be in the middle of a disagreement. Rampant kept adding things to a dish, thinking that it was a bit bland and needed an enhancement (Plus). Meanwhile Doyle kept removing what Rampant added, insisting that the dish was fine enough as it was (Minus). The two would be glaring each other down in no time, a hair away from starting a brawl right there on the cooking floor.

And then there was Poyo the appletun, who wasn't sure what he was supposed to be working on and kept throwing up acid onto everything he could (Apple Acid). It was only by chance that he would eventually reach the correct dish, and even then he would continue to throw acid across the kitchen. 

Oscar's smashing became a lot more subdued, but conversely a good deal heavier. His voice now shook a bit as he bellowed, "Why didn't you fuckin' accept me for who I am! I'm a god damn human! Fuck dad why!? WHAT DID YOU WANT FROM ME!? Ach!" Oscar went silent as the sound of tools hitting the ground echoed across the kitchen. After a moment Oscar spoke out.

"I need an emergency hug, I was faking it before but I went too far! Fuck I went WAY too far."

It's true, Oscar had fixed the fridge almost immediately but didn't want to work so he faked his struggle with the fridge. Tapping into one's anger however could lead to dark places indeed, and poor Oscar tapped deeeeeeep. 

Chu-e Choi, Zac Ramsay, priam conrad

Chu-e left his pokemon in the background to cook for him. His Lillignat Teeter Dancing, his Azumarill Slaming, Litten Embering, and that clutch Gacha Coalossal with the Steam Engine pog.

Unable to resist the pull of a crying man, Chu-e went and gave oscar clayton the best hug he could. Unlike priam conrad, he did NOT cop a feel, instead he just tries to pull his face into his bony chest like a grandmother would guide a crying grandchild into her bosom.

"Oscar, do you wanna go be destructive and nasty, later?"

There was probably a car they could smash with bats somewhere.

He opened his arm.

"Zac! Get in here!"

Lilligant used Teeter Dance
Azumarill used Slam
Litten used Ember
Coalossal has Steam Engine

ORDER 10

Everyone came in to give Oscar a hug, a gesture that for once Oscar appreciated. Oscar sniffed a bit, calming himself in the embrace of his coworkers. "Thanks guys, I needed this." His mood made an immediate turn around as Priam copped a feel though, egged on by his friend's offer to work out with him. Oscar's eyes turned to daggers as he looked Priam's way, his arms twitching as he fruitlessly tried to smack him on the head. 

"I don't need to work out! But yeah sure whatever." Oscar huffed as he took in the hug for a few moments more before wiggling free. "Alright guys, let's finish this shift so we can get back to our plots--I mean lives." Oscar Stepped out of the fridge, only to find Poyo has completely drenched several parts of the counter in acid. He slumped, "How many hours do we have left?"

Zac Ramsay , Chu-e Choi , priam conrad

As Zac pointed out their intruder, Oscar's pokemon immediately turned all at once. Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust, having been taught to fight--not to cook. As his legion of pokemon glared its way, the Skwovet would soon regret stepping foot into this kitchen. They plunged forward. 

Problem was, Priam's pikachu already solved the problem. They were forced to abruptly stop their charge, which their momentum would not allow. The party crashed forward, toppling through the door and scattering out of the kitchen. Freed from their forced labor, Oscar's team would run amok outside in search of entertainment.

Oscar blinked before turning to Priam, "What happened to the Blastoise from the pyramid by the way?"

Chu-e Choi, Zac Ramsay, priam conrad

Chu-e couldn't help but laugh, letting himself be crushed/hugged by Zac Ramsay as long as he wanted.

"I want to be kidnapped and worshiped as a goddess in skimpy clothing if I come with you." And then Zac, priam conrad, and oscar clayton could save him from being tossed in a volcano or something. Just like those cheesy old and probably racist cartoons.

Anyway, his pokemon were still trying to cook. I really should have written down what pokemon knows what when I listed out which ones I had, cause I forgot. His Popplio was Flip Turning, His Nidoking was Flattering, Zoroark was U-Turning, Furrent was Helping some Hands, and finally his Ribombee was Gathering Honey. Hell yeah we got this.

Chu-e used all moves not used.
Order eleven POG.