Food for Thought
She tried the direct approach.
“So, want to go out some time?”
Nobody in particular looked at her with confusion.
“You want to ask me out?”
Trixie paused, confused.
“Wait, uh... no... I uh...”
Blushing, she sat back in her seat.
“Sorry, misunderstanding,” she muttered.
Sheepishly, she avoided nobody in particular's gaze until he lost interest.
Once he was looking elsewhere, Trixie focussed on him once again.
He was such an idiot. He needed taking out.
Like with a gun.
No confusion there!
But, how could anyone take nobody in particular out, without some sort of weapon?
Or rather, where could she get a weapon?
Her gun was still missing, and during her recent frantic dance sessions in the production area, she had failed to see any trace of it. Wisely, it seemed, the Evanses remained suspicious of the contestants enough to keep lethal fire-arms at bay.
No, finding a weapon was not an option.
But making one...?
The Goblin sat expressionless as Trixie slid on to a nearby bench.
She paused, trying to carefully pick the words to say.
Not only was it important to keep Goblin protocol, but the Goblin had been teamed up with nobody in particular during the boat round, and who knew what alliances had been formed between them at that time.
She tried the direct approach.
“So, want to go out....?”
Wait.
No.
Dang!
The Goblin looked across at the Private Investigator expressionlessly.
But with an expressionless curiosity mixed in there.
Trixie tried again.
“So, formed any alliances lately?”
“Not lately,” the Goblin replied cryptically.
“With nobody in particular perhaps?” Trixie tried.
“Could have.”
“But you want to win?”
“Of course.”
Trixie paused, trying to think of what to ask next.
The Goblin beat her to it.
“You think he's a threat?”
“Of course.”
The Goblin pondered expressionlessly.
“You think I can help?”
“I do.”
“How could I help you?”
Trixie paused again, and stared hesitantly at the Goblin.
If she said the wrong thing now, or if the Goblin refused to help, this whole idea of hers could seriously backfire.
She took a breath, and let it out slowly.
“Can you make a weapon?” she asked quietly.
The Goblin stared blankly at her. Trixie wished she could tell what was going on in the creature's mind, but like their eating habits, Goblin facial expressions were impossible to understand.
Eventually, the Goblin opened its mouth to say something, but at that exact moment, a Steven Evans and the three judges walked to the middle of the Circle and announced that the judging results were in.
Obediently, the contestants stood with their hands behind their back as the dramatic music started playing again, and the judges stood up to give their verdict.
“In this round,” the Evans recapped unneccessarily, “Our contestants needed to create a royally good impression on our celebrity judges. Five of you made meals fit for a king while one of you faces a right royal expulsion from this competition.”
The Evans smiled proudly to himself at his wordplay, seeming not to have noticed that he had used the same pun twice.
“The winner for this round,” he continued, “whose recipe will appear on the Spin-Off Games website, is Pam, with her strawberry jam on toast appetiser, bacon main, and ice cream dessert!”
There was a polite and slightly bitter round of applause from the other contestants.
“In second place, Trixie, with her peanut, banana and bacon sandwich appetiser, tonga delicacy main, and licorice tyres dessert!”
More applause and angry glances.
“In third place, nobody in particular, with his $200 in cash appetiser, $400 in cash main, and an extra helping of money for dessert.”
Only slow claps, and a few whispered accusations of cheating.
“In fourth place, Taylor, with his chilli cheese fries appetiser, McDonalds Combo meal main, and bubblegum ice cream dessert.”
The dramatic music intensified as the Goblin and Randy Jackson were asked to step forward.
“Randy, the judges said your 'In It To Win It Wicked Wings' were sub-par, your 'Hot Dawgs' were dry and burnt, and your 'Yo Yo-Yos' were a 'yo yo no!' The Goblin, the judges said your three course 'Pineapple, flour, and shoe surprise' was 'a surprise' and 'definitely not like anything I've ever eaten before or am likely to ever eat again.'”
Steven Evans paused, and continued slowly and dramatically, drawing out everything he said.
“Randy. You once were a member of Journey, but tonight... your journey... towards victory... takes a detour... to the bottom two... with the Goblin... but now... the contestant... whose journey... will continue... is... the Goblin.”
Trixie breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to catch the Goblin's gaze unsuccessfully as Randy vanished.
Before she could, though, the Evans continued.
“On to the next round!”
Chapter Sixteen *** Chapter Eighteen
“So, want to go out some time?”
Nobody in particular looked at her with confusion.
“You want to ask me out?”
Trixie paused, confused.
“Wait, uh... no... I uh...”
Blushing, she sat back in her seat.
“Sorry, misunderstanding,” she muttered.
Sheepishly, she avoided nobody in particular's gaze until he lost interest.
Once he was looking elsewhere, Trixie focussed on him once again.
He was such an idiot. He needed taking out.
Like with a gun.
No confusion there!
But, how could anyone take nobody in particular out, without some sort of weapon?
Or rather, where could she get a weapon?
Her gun was still missing, and during her recent frantic dance sessions in the production area, she had failed to see any trace of it. Wisely, it seemed, the Evanses remained suspicious of the contestants enough to keep lethal fire-arms at bay.
No, finding a weapon was not an option.
But making one...?
The Goblin sat expressionless as Trixie slid on to a nearby bench.
She paused, trying to carefully pick the words to say.
Not only was it important to keep Goblin protocol, but the Goblin had been teamed up with nobody in particular during the boat round, and who knew what alliances had been formed between them at that time.
She tried the direct approach.
“So, want to go out....?”
Wait.
No.
Dang!
The Goblin looked across at the Private Investigator expressionlessly.
But with an expressionless curiosity mixed in there.
Trixie tried again.
“So, formed any alliances lately?”
“Not lately,” the Goblin replied cryptically.
“With nobody in particular perhaps?” Trixie tried.
“Could have.”
“But you want to win?”
“Of course.”
Trixie paused, trying to think of what to ask next.
The Goblin beat her to it.
“You think he's a threat?”
“Of course.”
The Goblin pondered expressionlessly.
“You think I can help?”
“I do.”
“How could I help you?”
Trixie paused again, and stared hesitantly at the Goblin.
If she said the wrong thing now, or if the Goblin refused to help, this whole idea of hers could seriously backfire.
She took a breath, and let it out slowly.
“Can you make a weapon?” she asked quietly.
The Goblin stared blankly at her. Trixie wished she could tell what was going on in the creature's mind, but like their eating habits, Goblin facial expressions were impossible to understand.
Eventually, the Goblin opened its mouth to say something, but at that exact moment, a Steven Evans and the three judges walked to the middle of the Circle and announced that the judging results were in.
Obediently, the contestants stood with their hands behind their back as the dramatic music started playing again, and the judges stood up to give their verdict.
“In this round,” the Evans recapped unneccessarily, “Our contestants needed to create a royally good impression on our celebrity judges. Five of you made meals fit for a king while one of you faces a right royal expulsion from this competition.”
The Evans smiled proudly to himself at his wordplay, seeming not to have noticed that he had used the same pun twice.
“The winner for this round,” he continued, “whose recipe will appear on the Spin-Off Games website, is Pam, with her strawberry jam on toast appetiser, bacon main, and ice cream dessert!”
There was a polite and slightly bitter round of applause from the other contestants.
“In second place, Trixie, with her peanut, banana and bacon sandwich appetiser, tonga delicacy main, and licorice tyres dessert!”
More applause and angry glances.
“In third place, nobody in particular, with his $200 in cash appetiser, $400 in cash main, and an extra helping of money for dessert.”
Only slow claps, and a few whispered accusations of cheating.
“In fourth place, Taylor, with his chilli cheese fries appetiser, McDonalds Combo meal main, and bubblegum ice cream dessert.”
The dramatic music intensified as the Goblin and Randy Jackson were asked to step forward.
“Randy, the judges said your 'In It To Win It Wicked Wings' were sub-par, your 'Hot Dawgs' were dry and burnt, and your 'Yo Yo-Yos' were a 'yo yo no!' The Goblin, the judges said your three course 'Pineapple, flour, and shoe surprise' was 'a surprise' and 'definitely not like anything I've ever eaten before or am likely to ever eat again.'”
Steven Evans paused, and continued slowly and dramatically, drawing out everything he said.
“Randy. You once were a member of Journey, but tonight... your journey... towards victory... takes a detour... to the bottom two... with the Goblin... but now... the contestant... whose journey... will continue... is... the Goblin.”
Trixie breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to catch the Goblin's gaze unsuccessfully as Randy vanished.
Before she could, though, the Evans continued.
“On to the next round!”
Chapter Sixteen *** Chapter Eighteen
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