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[Now that no one else is able to have a grill, he stomps his way out of the camp. Passing by the porch, he swings his arm again and smashes through one of the support beams for the awning. He then fully retreats from the camp with his hot dogs in tow.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[The group has clearly forgotten the stakes at hand as Doe is a sore loser. John Doe scoops up the remaining uneaten hot dogs in one hand and then pile-drives his corrupted arm through the grills. Sending twisted metal and charcoal is strewn about the cabin's lawn. +

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[He just nods, there is only one, obvious choice for a winner. BUT COOKING IS FUN. HE'S HAVING FUN.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[He ignores their attempts to distract him, focusing on the hot dogs. After sufficient grilling, he plates them in buns. Perfectly grilled hotdogs with a nice sear about them, topped with condiments and garishings. Enough for everyone to have at least one.] "DONE."

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[Doe had wasted no time and had immediately slapped the dogs onto the grill. Cautiously eyeing their progress as they cooked as he mysteriously pulled seasonings and toppings from his pockets. He was so fully prepared for this.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

"FAT CHANCE." [He finished tying off the apron and was prepared to start grilling the moment they were finished setting up.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[He follows Guest to the grill. FINALLY. He rummages in his pockets with his free arm and pulls out two things. A package of hot dogs and... he unfolds a tacky apron with 'I'M NOT OLD, I'M WELL SEASONED.' plastered on the front of it. He puts it on in preparation for the cook-off.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[Doe acknowledges her very good point. Two Time must have a delicious hot dog. He tosses them back aside and awaits to be shown the way to the grills.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[His clawed arm grips Two Time by the throat and pulls them to Doe's side, corruption eating away at their neck. Not tearing them in half just yet but Doe needed some assurance that he will be able to grill in PEACE.] "INSURANCE." [He's gonna kill Two Time if the grilling is interrupted.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

"RHYME. HA." [He manages to spurt out a few words, though they're gravely and gruff. He taps idly at his own chin, a cook-off? It does sound alluring. But first-

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[He is not satisfied by this offer, does she really think this group can negotiate with him? A clawed finger points at his own chest, then pointing directly to Guest before down at the ground. Either he gets to grill or they're dead.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[He screeches to a halt and lets his drawn back arm drop back to hang by his side. Nothing is spoken as his eyes bore into Guest, but his change in behavior implies he is willing to accept the offering. His twitching fingers aching for bloodshed.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[The corruption eating away at the metal as it crumbles back into scrap metal. Undeterred, Doe begins to charge towards Guest after cutting off some of her escape routes.]

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john.doe @userid2.bsky.social · 08/06/2025

[John Doe wasn't focused on anything other than the target directly in front of him. He yanks his arm back out of the ground and steps back as spikes tear up the earth, lacing their battlefield in corruption. As if it were the cherry on top, the dispenser skewers itself a mere foot away from Doe. +

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