#Sumo Burger

[rabbitcruiser]

National Cheese Lovers Day

Chances are you don't just like cheese, you love it. If that's the case, you are in for a treat—today is National Cheese Lovers Day! Cheese is made from curds—the bits of protein that form when milk sours—from the milk of cows, goats, sheep, and buffalo. Spices, seasonings, mold, temperature, and age help determine its flavor and texture, and these in turn help determine how it is classified. Common classifications and some examples include fresh cheese like ricotta, soft cheese like feta, semi-soft cheese like Fontina, semi-hard cheese like Gouda, hard cheese like Cheddar, double or triple crème cheese like Brillat-Savarin, blue cheese like Gorgonzola, washed rind cheese like Limburger, and bloomy rind cheese like brie. The name "cheese" comes from the Latin word caseus, which stems from the Proto-Indo-European root kwat, which means "to ferment" or "to become sour."

Cheese dates back to before recorded times. Legend has it that it was first made by accident: an Arabian merchant who was keeping milk in an old sheep stomach found that it had separated into curds and whey. This reaction was caused by heat and from rennet, an enzyme found in the stomach. This was perhaps around 8000 BCE, around the time that sheep were first domesticated.

Cheese became a way to preserve milk before the invention of refrigeration. The curds were strained, and salt was added, which helped it keep longer. Still, cheese had a short shelf life and was made fresh and eaten daily. According to archaeological findings, some of the first intentional cheese making was being done around 5,500 BCE, in the area that is now Poland. Beyond Europe, there is evidence of early cheesemaking being done in the Middle East and Central Asia.

Romans made many different kinds of cheese and making it became a culinary art form. They spread their methods north into Europe, where they were adapted by monks. In Northern Europe, the climate was cooler, so less salt was needed for preservation. This cheese tended to be creamier and milder. Aged, ripened, and blue cheeses also came about in these cooler climates. During the Middle Ages, European cheesemakers originated Parmesan, Gouda, Camembert, and Cheddar.

Mass production of cheese started in 1815 when the first commercial cheese factory opened in Switzerland. Processed cheese, which consists of cheese combined with milk, emulsifiers, stabilizers, flavoring, and coloring, made its debut about a century later. It gained in popularity during the World War II era, becoming more popular than natural cheese. In more recent years, artisan cheesemaking has been making a resurgence.

Cheese is easy to love on its own, but it also goes well with soufflés, soups, and pastas, and can be paired with many foods. It many times is also paired with white or red wine. Being that there are so many kinds of cheese, there is plenty of love to spread around. On National Cheese Lovers Day, we eat and enjoy as much cheese as possible.

How to Observe National Cheese Lovers Day

Celebrate National Cheese Lovers Day by eating cheese! Put it on crackers or a sandwich, make yourself a pizza with an extra heaping of it, or eat some nachos. Make your own cheese or try a cheese out of your comfort zone. Buy hard, soft, and blue cheeses, as well as things to pair with them such as grapes, olives, or tomatoes. Don't forget to buy some wine, too. If you are feeling creative, you could design a cheese board. Let your cheese sit out for a half an hour at room temperature to give it a better texture and flavor. Then, enjoy it with your friends, perhaps at a cheese party at your home. To burn off some of those cheese calories, you could get yourself moving and visit a cheese factory or plan a trip to a cheese festival.

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[traldemic6]

From Jocks to Blocks: The High School Athlete's Surprising Journey to Obesity in College - A Comprehensive Study

Abstract:

The transition from high school to college is a critical period for many young adults, with numerous changes affecting health and behavior. This longitudinal study explores the correlation between obesity and the decline in physical activity among college males who were previously athletic in high school. Interviews with college students are utilized to provide insights into lifestyle changes and decision-making, while multiple weigh-ins track body changes over time.

Introduction:

Remember those athletic high school boys who once dominated the sports field, garnering admiration from their peers and inspiring dreams of athletic glory? It turns out that many of them may be trading their jerseys for XXL sweatpants as they navigate their way through college. While it is not uncommon for college students to experience weight gain during their transition to higher education, this study focuses on the unique phenomenon of formerly athletic high school males falling victim to obesity. The irony of these young men, once admired for their physical prowess, now succumbing to a sedentary lifestyle is examined in detail.

Methods:

A sample of 400 male college students, ages 18-22, were selected based on their athletic involvement in high school. Participants were enrolled in various colleges across the United States, representing diverse backgrounds and areas. Interviews were conducted to gather information on their exercise habits, dietary choices, and lifestyle factors that contributed to their weight gain. Multiple weigh-ins were performed throughout the study to track changes in body weight and composition.

Results:

As college life progressed, many of our once-athletic participants found themselves tipping the scales in a way that would make their high school coaches weep. By their sophomore year, the average weight gain was approximately 25 pounds, with a significant increase in body fat percentage. During interviews, participants cited a variety of factors contributing to their expanding waistlines, including reduced physical activity, increased alcohol consumption, and poor food choices.

To illustrate the physical transformations, let's take a closer look at some of our interviewees and their less-than-brilliant insights:

Participant A: The Former Quarterback

Weighing in at a once-impressive 185 pounds, this football star was the epitome of high school athleticism. However, by sophomore year, he had ballooned to a staggering 245 pounds. While his throwing arm may have remained strong, the added weight made maneuvering around the buffet table his new sport of choice. When asked about his weight gain, he eloquently stated, "I dunno, man. I just, like, eat a lot now, and I don't, like, run or anything anymore. It's college, you know?"

Participant B: The Track Star Turned Couch Potato

This once-speedy sprinter now found himself huffing and puffing just to make it up a flight of stairs. His college experience saw him gain over 30 pounds, with his once-chiseled calves now hidden beneath a layer of fat. Evidently, the only thing he's racing now is the delivery driver to his door. During his interview, he mused, "Yeah, I guess I just like pizza more than running now. Who would've thought, right?"

Participant C: The Wrestler Now Grappling with Obesity

Once a formidable presence on the wrestling mat, this participant's newfound girth rendered him more suited for sumo than high school wrestling. Gaining a whopping 35 pounds during his freshman year, he remarked, "Well, I never really liked vegetables, and now that Mom's not here to make me eat them, I don't have to. Bring on the burgers and fries, am I right?"

Participant D: The Basketball Player Who Now Dribbles Only His Food

The slam dunks and three-pointers of his high school days were a distant memory as this former basketball star navigated through college. With a 40-pound weight gain, his vertical leap was now limited to reaching for the top shelf of the pantry. When asked about his lifestyle changes, he offered this brilliant insight: "I mean, there's just so much good food around, and parties, and stuff. Why waste time playing ball when you can eat and chill, ya know?"

Participant E: The Swimmer Whose Pool Now Holds Only Chips and Dip

Once a lean, mean swimming machine, this participant found that the "freshman 15" was more like the "freshman 45" for him. His once-aerodynamic physique was now more suited for floating than swimming. In an attempt to justify his new lifestyle, he explained, "Dude, I swam, like, all the time in high school. Now, it's just nice to, like, not have to do that anymore, you know?"

Discussion:

The interviews and weigh-ins revealed a clear trend: high school athleticism did not guarantee continued fitness in college. Several factors contributed to the transformation from "jocks" to "blocks," including a lack of structured exercise, increased social commitments, and new dietary habits. However, we must also acknowledge the role of the college environment itself.

Colleges often provide students with numerous options for unhealthy food, and social events can lead to excessive drinking and late-night binge eating. Our former athletes, now unshackled from the rigors of high school sports, found themselves ill-prepared for managing their health in this new environment. It is clear that this issue extends beyond individual choices and requires systemic changes to promote a healthier college experience.

The interviews also revealed a pattern of participants downplaying the significance of their weight gain and the impact on their health. This laissez-faire attitude suggests that education on the importance of maintaining a healthy lifestyle during college is necessary to prevent obesity and its associated health risks.

Conclusion:

The road from high school athletic success to college obesity is paved with good intentions, but often marred by a lack of guidance and support. It is crucial to address the root causes of obesity among college students, especially those who were once models of physical fitness. By providing resources, education, and opportunities for continued physical activity, colleges and universities can help these students maintain their health and well-being, and perhaps even restore their former glory (yeah, right).

The irony of these once-athletic young men now struggling with obesity highlights the need for a comprehensive approach to health and wellness during the college years. It is our hope that this study sheds light on the importance of addressing the unique challenges faced by former high school athletes as they transition to college life. With appropriate interventions and support, perhaps these young men can once again become role models for physical fitness and healthy living. But that doesn't look very likely.

[1-siracha]

mute! mc: i cant talk but if i could i would call all 7 of you many different and personalised swear words

beelzlebub: like what?

mute! mc: fatty mcfatface. nickado avocado lookalike. wide warrior. vegetable virgin. fe fi fo fum. horizontally tall food swiper. burger challenged sumo wrestler.

belphegor: talk to my brother like that one more time i swear to diavolo i'll repeat lesson 16

mute! mc: yk what maybe you should be the mute one instead

#immensely ooc but its ok its or the silly #btw mute mc can use any form of communication u want like aac #mc woke up and chose violence (once again) #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me belphegor #om! belphegor #om! belphie #obey me beelzebub #om! beelzebub #om! beel

[trashmouth-richie]

Modern Eddie x fem!reader —miniseries

Summary: you’re new to Hawkins working as an apprentice at the local tattoo shop and part time at the hospital in administration. You agree to a date with a cute guy at work.

W.C 2.5k

Warnings: NO MINORS 🔞 assault, sexual assault, eventual smut.

PART: 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

“Well bye,” you say half heartedly as you turn to unlock the door to your apartment, fumbling with the key ring as you hurriedly try your stubborn key again in the lock.

“Yeah thanks for paying for dinner, and the movie, sorry I forgot my wallet and my ex gets half of my check for stupid child support.” Jason chides, running a hand through his hair looking at his phone and swiping right on the black glass.

You normally don’t do dates, between working long hours at the tattoo parlor as an apprentice, and part time as a secretary at the hospital, you were busy. But when Jason, the cute Physical Therapist, who wore too much cologne and too much hair gel asked you out on Wednesday to a movie and dinner, you accepted just for something to do. You expected a somewhat decent movie, and maybe dinner at Enzo’s. But what you got was a slasher flick, and dinner was at the newest sports bar, clad with stripper poles and every douche Hawkins could offer. You could get past the scary movie, you liked horror films, preferred them even, but it was the unwanted touch of Jason’s heavy hand on your thigh riding up your skirt that had you start questioning what was happening.

Dinner wasn’t any better, you had already paid for the movie which, fine— you didn’t mind splitting the cost of a first date, but when the bill came after dinner—burgers and cheese balls—and Jason didn’t shift his weight around on the stool to retrieve his wallet, you knew then and there that he had no intentions of actually paying for anything tonight. You listened for two hours about the highs and lows of Jason’s life. From his high school basketball career to marrying his high school girlfriend in college, to her getting knocked up, to him leaving her because she didn’t pay enough attention to him, you had had more than enough for one night.

You thought he would get the hint when you rolled your eyes at everything he had said, you were also only replying with “uh-huh”. Either he was that damn dense or just very unaware that you were not interested in what he was saying, he kept rambling on. You finally grabbed your purse and started heading out the door when he noticed you were gone and fell instep behind you.

The ride home led to even more of a nightmare, instead of bringing you back to your apartment, Jason had driven you to a secluded part of woods surrounding Lover’s Lake. His hands were on you faster than sweat on a sumo wrestler's top lip. He was forcing his mouth on your neck, breath laced with the dizzying smell of too many Jack and Cokes. His hands pulling your hair to get you closer to him but not in a sexy way. You finally managed to tell him that you had to get home to call your police chief dad to check in. It was a lie, the first one you could think of to get Jason’s hands off of you. Your dad wasn’t even a cop but Jason didn’t know that. When he put his truck in park you all but ran to your door. Which led you to this moment right now.

The key finally clicks into the lock and your hand is on the knob turning it sharply when your back is shoved up hard against the concrete wall that makes up the newer construction of your apartment building.

“Where are you running off to honey?” Jason growls, rubbing his hand against your cheek, grabbing your chin and thrusting it up to him, “I know your little story about calling your dad is bullshit, so why are you lying?”

The threatening look in his eyes is scary, he looks deranged, angry that you had turned him down.

“I'm— I’m not lying” your wavering voice giving you away. Your entire body is frozen, ice cold in the bitter October air. “I just want to go inside, by myself.” You were clear with what you wanted, to be left alone.

Jason moves his hips into you as he yanks your hands to your sides pinning you against the wall. “I bet that pretty mouth would look good wrapped around my cock.” Before you can react Jason has you flipped around so your chest is pressed against the cool wall, cheek rubbing roughly onto the stone leaving a rash. His breath is hot against your ear, “Don’t deny that you want this.” Panic settles in your chest and riddles throughout your body. Realization of what is going on finally hits you. He’s not going to stop.

“Jason, no! No! Let me go!” You wiggle your body beneath him and fight like hell to get away from his grip.

Jason grips your skirt and jerks it upward. “Just relax honey, Jason’s got you now.” Tears sting your eyes at the sickening feeling of his hands groping your thighs.

The roar of a motorcycle engine whirls in your ears and screeches to a stop. Jason is continuing his assault on your body, ripping your tights with one hand the other gripping both of your hands behind your back. You were helpless against him. He was stronger and taller, and you were about to fall victim to him and probably not even the first one. “No! Get off! Jason, leave me alone!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jason shouts above your head. The sound of his zipper being undone rings like satanic bells in your ears.

“Hey!” A loud voice bellers out, you hear heavy boots running towards you as Jason’s head is smashed into the concrete above you. Blood from his nose drips onto your forehead as he is suddenly grabbed like a rag doll and thrown off of you. “If I see you here again I’ll fucking kill you! Get outta here!”

You slide down against the concrete and hold your knees to your chest, sobs rack your body as you shake uncontrollably.

“A-Are okay? Did he hurt you?” The once booming voice of the man who saved you is now gentle, coaxing a reply as you hear him lower down squatting to your level. The sound of chains jingling and keys being shoved into leather, are muffled against your crying. “It’s okay, he’s gone, I promise, let me help you inside.”

Still afraid to look up, you open your eyes and see large hands reaching out to you. You had seen the rings before, but couldn’t place them. Your eyes lift slowly as you see the concerned gaze plastered on the face of one of Pete’s clients. You didn’t know his name, but that face haunted your dreams.

He was in the shop almost weekly whether he was shooting the shit with Pete or adding to the sleeves he had on both arms, he was a frequent flier. Always smiling that big beautiful toothy grin, his wild hair shaking when he laughed at Pete’s ridiculous jokes. He was handsome beyond belief, but after training with Pete one day and watching in awe at his slightly muscular chest, you saw a woman’s name tattooed above his heart, “Chrissy”.

His eyes are warm and inviting as he stares curiously into yours. You place your hands into his and he pulls you up gently. Finding your keys on the ground and opening your door, he helps you inside. Avoiding touching you in fear of triggering you, he keeps his distance, arms hovering above you as if you’d fall backwards at any second. “Is there uh, anyone I should call? Cops? A friend, your parents?” You walk achingly to your bathroom and shut the door quietly, throwing your purse onto the counter and looking into the mirror, a shell of yourself looking back.

“No” you mutter out weakly as you start the shower water. You hurriedly undress and throw your clothes into a pile, later to be thrown away. All you need right now is to get the feeling of Jason’s hands off of you. The water in the shower is scalding, damn near intolerable. You step into the burning abyss and let the water trickle down your face, blending in with the tears. How could you be so stupid to go on a date with him? If you would have said no you could have avoided this entire situation. But being new to Hawkins, you thought it could be fun to meet someone new, maybe even snag a boyfriend. How fucking dumb could you be? You reach around your shower for the pumice stone and scrub your skin harshly, everywhere he had touched you. You scrubbed until your skin was raw, the epidermis scrubbed and scraped until a new baby layer of skin started to appear, like a snake molting.

A soft knock on the bathroom door has you jumping out of your raw skin making you scream.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I was just checking to see if you’re okay! I’ve seen you at Ace of Spades, you’re Pete’s apprentice right? I’m Eddie if you didn’t know.”

You tell him your name as you turn the water off and step out of the shower on your plush pink bath rug. As you grab your robe off of its hook you notice your wrists have bruises on them from the way Jason held your hands in his tightened threatening grip. You wipe the tears from your eyes and wrap the oversized terry cloth robe against your body. The warm robe gathers you into a hug holding you tightly. You’re exhausted. Mentally and physically.

Opening the door to the large bathroom you are met by Eddie sitting on the floor adjacent to the door. Large hands hanging over his knees as his wrists sit atop them. He stands up and gives you some space.

“I uh— I noticed you have boxes in your living room, are you new to Hawkins?”

“I moved to Hawkins last year after accepting the apprenticeship, but I’m newer to this building.” You say eyes casted downward.

“Me too, uhh new to the building, well it was built last year and I somehow got in so yeah that’s what I mean, I’m —I live here too, across the hall actually.” Eddie says hands motioning to the door, “108.” The apartment building had 8 apartments to one level, they were all outside entry meaning your front door led to the outside. The aroma of French vanilla coffee tingles your nose as you walk out of the bathroom.

“Did you make coffee?” You ask sitting down on the couch.

“Yeah, I did— figured you might want some after, uh- everything.” Eddie says scratching the back of his neck.

He walks into your kitchen and hands you the Beauty and the Beast “Chip” mug you had gotten as a birthday present a few years ago from your parents. “I found some creamer and figured you used it”.

“Thanks” you whisper, clutching the mug with both hands. “for everything.”

“Anytime,” he’s leaning back on your counter facing the living room with his legs crossed as he takes a sip of his own coffee, “since you’re not from Hawkins I should warn you of the creeps around here… Jason is at the top of that list.”

“I wonder why, he seems great.” you deadpan.

Eddie lets out a small laugh and so do you, finding it easier to laugh through the pain than wallowing in it.

You’re about to ask Eddie to come sit with you when his phone rings. “Sorry I gotta take this, hang on.”

You smile and nod slightly to him. You make your way to your bedroom and change into some pajamas, and run a brush through your hair. As you come back to the living room you don’t mean to overhear Eddie’s conversation.

“Yeah I’ll stop by and check it out. Alright, yup, bye” Eddie pockets his phone and looks over to you, giving you a small smile. You slide onto the couch and bundle up in a blanket. You motion for Eddie to sit down and he chooses to throw a black denim clad thigh over the arm of the couch. “Do you want to talk about it? I maybe a shitty barista but I am a good listener.”

You’re twirling small designs into your knees on top of the blankets. You barely know Eddie but he was illuminating such a calm and caring presence that made you feel safe with him being around. “I just— I thought that I could go on this date and possibly meet some new people, I only know a handful of people in Hawkins. I should have known when the girls at the hospital rolled their eyes when he asked me out.” You let out a sigh and throw your head into your knees, “I just didn’t think it would end like— this.”

You cry silently into your knees for awhile until you feel the weight of the couch cushions sag. Eddie is sitting on the couch by your feet, he rubs the top of them reassuringly. “Don’t worry about Jason, I’m gonna stop down to the sheriff's office tomorrow and tell them what I saw. These apartment buildings have security cameras so it will be on there, I’m gonna talk to our building manager and get copies to bring with me.”

You wipe your eyes on the blanket and look at him, “you don’t have to do that.” You say letting out an exasperated breath.

“I know, but I’m going too, that motherfucker is going to pay, it’s like he’s only gotten worse throughout the years.”

“Some people never change.”

“You got that right… so tell me about yoursel—”

Eddie's phone rings again. He begrudgingly takes it out of his pocket and mutters some explicits to himself, “just a sec,” he says as he stands up from the couch walking into the kitchen.

“Hello, yeah, I said I’d look at it later… well fuck I can’t just drop whatever I’m do—.. what does it matter? Fine. Alright fine.”

Eddie shoves his phone into his leather jacket pocket and comes back over to you. “Listen, I uh.. I gotta go. My —friend needs my help with their car. If you need anything I’m just right across the way there. Are you going to be okay tonight?”

His big eyes go wide as he looks into yours. You could melt in that chocolate fountain of Willy Wonka bliss that are his eyes. “Yeah, thanks again for everything— I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.”

Eddie hides his face with his hair at the small compliment. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“I’ll let you know what happens after the sheriff office stop tomorrow okay? Remember, I’m just over there, stop by anytime.”

He throws you a wink and a short little wave as he exits your apartment.

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@boomhauer @munson-blurbs

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #mechanic!eddie #eddie munson fluff #eddie x chrissy

[taichouu]

hi, tai!!! 💗 for the character ask game: 2, 4, 9, 12, 23, and 25 for our beloved kyōjurō rengoku? 👀

AHHGHH A WHOLE ASSORTMENT FOR OUR GOLDEN BOY ! ^_^

2. Favorite Canon thing about him?

I truly just adore how fucking weird he is and yet is still an extremely respected person by the entirety of his colleagues. I like that he isn't this perfect mentor figure by any means; he's a bit rude, blunt and often doesn't give the best advice. But he's just such a genuine person with a strong moral compass that his passion is infectious!!

4. If you could put him in any other media what would it be?

MAN VS FOOD !!!!!!!!!!!! I need to see him eat that ginormous sasquatch burger that's like 30 pounds. I bet he could do it in three bites too.

9. Could you be room mates with him?

I think I could!! We are extremely similar, though I know our grocery bill would be so high 😭 I would be eating WELL.

12. A headcanon you have?

So we know he's particularly interested in sumo wrestling so I like to think he's also really into Theater productions? Or like street performances 🥹 I think he's just a very big fan of festivals and big celebrations and events like that because he grew up in such a quiet home.

23. Favorite picture!!

So nice you see him twice .. <3

25. First impression of him vs now?

"Haha! He's just like me fr!!!" -> "Ough . This has a little kick to it . Spicey..."

I will admit the fandom and, for lack of better terms, sensationalism of Rengoku in 2020 on other major platforms kind of made me step back from his character? I found he just moulded into something that was pretty removed from his original character so now my image of him is JUST SLIGHTLY tainted. But I try to keep in mind that whatever Rengoku means to me personally is separated from how the Fandom sees him and that's okay!

Character Asks!!

#HEHE THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <33 #tai talks #kaeyaphile #mutuals! #i kind of just summed up the questions btw i know theyre not word for word 👴🏼 i dont have time for that

[solarwindswriting]

Thanksgiving with the Detectives

Pairing: Connor RK800 x HumanMale!Reader

Word Count: 986

Summary: It’s been a couple of years since the android uprising, and life has started to feel normal again. Y/n and Connor have convinced Hank to let them host Thanksgiving at his house since he has the biggest kitchen of them. Hank relishes the feelings that Connor and Y/n bring to him in what are usually his lowest moments.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

A/N: Happy Holidays, Everybody! Enjoy the first scheduled story of the month.

Sumo’s bark boomed at the two young men as they entered the old home. Chuckling to themselves as their arms full of food raise above their heads, they weave around the dog and towards the kitchen.

“Sumo! Quiet!” Hank yells as he comes down the hall towards the other two. “You’re late.”

“Connor took at least ten minutes to pick out the perfect bag of potatoes. He also insisted we buy a knucklebone for Sumo. So, we had to wait in the long line at the butcher,” Y/n smiles, unloading the bags onto the counter.

Connor was already kneeling in front of the large dog, treat held out to Sumo.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Sumo,” He whispered, unintentionally loud enough for the other two to hear.

“Are you kidding me? Connor, are you going to help us, or are you going to hang out with Sumo all night?” Hank calls from the kitchen.

“Coming, Detective,” Connor responds, turning and stalking away from the dog that was now too distracted to bother them while cooking.

Connor walks into the kitchen to the backs of Hank and Y/n busy at work. Hank's arms were in the kitchen sink, preparing the turkey and Y/n was peeling potatoes over the open garbage can. He cleanly rolled up his white button-up’s sleeves and set to work, opening the many cans of green beans and cream of mushroom soup. The trio moved around the senior detective's kitchen with ease as they continued cooking.

As soon as Hank dropped the bowl of turkey scraps in front of Sumo, the large dog in feasting. He sits at the head of the table, Y/n, and Connor on either side of him. There was no plate in front of Connor, just a glass of Thirium. Hank grumbled, shifting in his seat.Y/n bumped Hank’s arm with a bowl of mashed potatoes. He hummed at the man to his right in thanks.

“So, Detective,” Connor starts towards the oldest man after sipping from his glass.

Y/n notices how the blue liquid clings to the corners of Connor’s lips, missing his own mouth with a spoonful of mashed potatoes. He wiped his cheeks as Connor continued, seemingly not noticing his friend's fumble. Hank noticed, he always did.

“About the case. I was looking at your notes about the killer’s signature and I noticed-”

Connor is interrupted by Y/n’s laughter and Hank’s gruff voice, “Kid, that’s not something you talk about during Thanksgiving dinner.”

Connor's ring flashes orange and his cheeks flush blue before returning to their normal colors. His other coworkers would still ask him from time to time why he hadn’t removed his sensor, a question neither Hank nor Y/n had ever asked. Hank knew his reasoning, and Y/n never seemed pressed to find out.

“Then what are appropriate topics?” Connor asks, looking between the two humans.

“You’re telling me you didn’t look up Thanksgiving before tonight?” Y/n smirks, eating another mouthful of food.

Connor shakes his head no, “I wanted to learn organically.”

Y/n paused with a small smile and eyes full of what could only be called love. Hank could throw up from the sickeningly sweet tension between his work partner and proby. The two would stay frozen staring at each other if it wasn’t for Hank piping up.

“For one, you say what you're thankful for. I’ll go first,” Hank looked between the two, “I’m thankful for all the leftovers this will have. I won’t have to cook dinner for a week.”

“You don’t cook. You just eat takeout burgers, Detective,” Connor smirked at the old man.

Y/n held in a laugh, covering it with a cough and sipping his beer.

“I do cook,” Hank challenges, leaning forward.

“By the looks of your fridge and garbage, the last three meals you’ve eaten were from Chicken Feed,” Connor parries back.

“Dammit,” Hank smiles, finishing his first beer.

Five beers and a table of food packed away later, Hank and Y/n sat on the small green couch, eating pie. Connor sat on the floor, Sumo’s head in his lap. The trio was watching their first Christmas movie of the night. It was a childhood tradition for Y/n to watch three Christmas movies after Thanksgiving dinner and the other two obliged.

Connor has sidled his back against the couch, between Y/n’s legs right before movie two. Y/n had fallen asleep across the arm of the couch halfway through the third movie, his breaths soft. As the movie came to an end, Connor moved to stand up. Hank quickly grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from standing. Hank had a finger over his mouth, hushing Connor to move slower. Connor looked up and behind him to the sleeping Y/n.

Connor stood up slowly, gently picking up Y/n and following Hank to his guest room. After some help from hank, he gets Y/n tucked into the blanket. He then follows Hank back toward the front room. The two finish the last of the dishes.

“You chickened out, huh?” Hank eyes Connor as he placed another plate in the dishwasher.

“I do not know what you are talking about, Detective,” Connor responds, not looking over at his friend.

“Oh, knock it off with that Detective shit,” Hank scolds the android.

Connor pauses his movement for a moment, spirling red light blinking on his temple. He continues to move, pretending the previous pause hasn’t happened.

“Well, you better do it sooner than later. I heard some interns gossiping that Gavin planned to ask him out for a drink as a bet,” Hank threw the towel over to Connor as he turned and left the kitchen. “You’ve got the rest of these dishes, right Connor? I’m exhausted.”

Connor’s light indicator continued to flash red as he finished the dishes.

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 16 - Unlikely Best Friend

All the CEOs were gathered in the VIP Room 2, but neither of them had any idea why they were summoned by the Chairman. Kisara had to admit, she knew old man Katahara was a playful jokester, but this was a fishy situation and she was getting rather suspicious. Silently staying between Akira and Urita for comfort, she was listening intently to their chattering - And they were right. There were about five CEOs that were missing - All of them were CEOs that had lost their battles, though it wasn't a criteria, since many others who lost were present... In fact, apart from Akira and her parents, all CEOs were losers. Not only that, but her parents looked awfully relaxed... And that jerk of a fighter was there with them too, and he was looking at her with a wretched smirk. How annoying.

At some point, Katahara, followed by his best friend, the patriarch of the Kure clan, the king of Thailand Rama XIII and a ton of bodyguards came into the room... But the old man seemed to be completely unaware of the meeting.

It was a trap - The first to try to run away were the samurai-CEO and the CEO whose fighter was that sumo guy who lost against Seki in the first round, both of them having the fighting instincts in their blood... But as the door opened, an ocean of men with weapons, all garbed in white suits and wearing mean looks, flooded the room... with Hayami Katsumasa, the CEO of Toyo Electric Power Co. in the lead. So this guy was the reason for everything. He was trying to overthrow Katahara. He must have known from the very beginning that he and his cheap influence had no chance of winning, especially now that Julius lost against Wakatsuki, so he had to resort to this kind of blackmail. Disgusting.

Though three of the good bodyguards threatened Hayami, they were defeated in the blink of an eye by the most surprising man in the world - Hassad, the Arabian Whirlwind that was thrown in the ocean after the preliminary matches. How ironic. Still, he wasn't  the real threat, but many of the other awfully strong looking men.

ONe of the men in white took out a laptop and showed a live broadcast of some of the missing CEOs, who were outside, bound by ropes and threatened to be killed by a fat man with a knife or a machete to their neck. Actually.... That man's build looked an awful lot like Kaburagi's. At this point, she wouldn't be surprised if he somehow teleported his way to Katahara's private resort out of the blue.

"Oh hoooo. You guys there - If you were just a few points short, you'd be there with them now, isn't that right?" Katahara loked back at the CEOs of Burger Boss, Nentendo... And her parents. "So you guys were in it too, weren't you?" Kisara walked next to the chairman and looked at her parents in disgust. "Of course we were. We pledged from the very beginning that we would nominate Mr. Hayami as the CEO. Katahara's getting old and senile." her father let out an amused exhale. "Were you afraid that Wakatsuki would defeat you, then?" she crossed her arms, glaring at them. "No, you stupid girl. Tanji would have easily swept the floor with that idiot. But once again, you completely shatter all of our plans with your idiocy." her father accused her, but she could only raise her eyebrow questioningly. "What, did I breathe the wrong way? Did I blink twice as much as I should have? Enlighten me." she truly was curious what happened. "Tanji refused to fight for our company, unless you agree to date him." Kisara's eye widened in shock, only to burst into fits of laughter and needed to lean on the old man's shoulder, who was chuckling, just like her. "Really? Please, tell me you're joking, this is the most pathetic thing I've heard in my entire life." obviously, it wasn't a joke. "I have a boyfriend already. And even if I didn't, I wouldn't be dating this fuckass. If he doesn't want to fight, then find another fighter. Sure, there's no way you'll win, but at least you won't face the humiliation of forfeiting." she suggested briefly, only to see her mother smiling at her. "Because of you, the company will suffer a massive loss of income. If you don't solve this issue, we will sue you."  she threatened, but it only made her look ridiculous. "Of course I'll solve the issue. I am going to take over the company. It's in my interest to keep appearances, isn't it?" both of her parents were shocked. "Wh-Who said anything about passing on the business to you?! You're a stupid little child who likes to throw around money! Even after death, we'll never pass on the heritage to you." her mother snarled at her with anger. "I can get you Raian for your fight. He may have lost against Ohma, but he dominated the whole match. Not to mention, both Wakatsuki and the two fighters of the first match from round 3 are heavily injured. A little bit of persuasion and Raian might even be capable of killing them and win the competition..." Kisara trailed on with a smirk on her face. She knew she didn't need to convince the psycho to fight, though having the patriarch there wasn't too good for her. "No. We don't want that deadbeat from the Kure clan. In fact, we don't want any fighter. I think we can come to a nice compromise, you and us, daughter." her father came forward, towering over her. "You go in there and fight against that musclehead. If you come out of there alive, we will consider writing your name in our will." "So you're betting on me getting killed by Wakatsuki, aren't you? Fine. Hey, gramps, can the company CEO be changed during a kengan tournament officially, regardless of the circumstances of the change?" she asked, smiling at him. "Of course, it can be done - My, how exciting, we've never had a woman fighting in our tournament before! Have you heard that, Erioh? Maybe you should have sent some of the girl to fight at some point, I'm sure it would have been exciting." Katahara laughed, while the Kure leader merely smiled and shook his head. "Sweet! Well then, let's make this deal right now. You write my name in the will, I fight for you instead of that dumbass, I get out alive, I kill you, and I get the company! Wonderful!" Kisara chirped in mock-glee, shocking her parents. "There are no fights allowed between company owners! You will be kicked out of here!" her father yelled at her. "Actually, no rule states that a retired fighter, who becomes a normal spectator, cannot actively fight against a company owner." Katahara himself pointed out - The Hasashi owners surely didn't play that smart. "Oh, which reminds me... Hayami. The Hasashi company won't be supporting you anymore. We are supporting the Nogi group." with a peace sign thrown in, Katahara laughed again, while the man with half of his face burnt looked pissed off. "You will regret it, little girl - But I will give everyone a choice, even you. Will you join those four and wait for your executions, or will you join me and form a new Kengan Association?" his mustache was curled up evilly. "And Metsudo, I have a demand to make of you. Cancel the tournament and resign as chairman, effective immediately." "And what if I say no?" the old man was defiant - He surely must have his ground. "Then I'll blow up the kengan dome along with all of the kengan association members and foreign dignitaries." it seems that Katahara already knew about the intruders and the others who went to plant the bombs around the dome. He's not an old man for nothing, obviously - Which made Kisara relaxed. Katahara surely knew about Hayami's evil intent from the very beginning and has something prepared.

Nikaido Ren, along with the other Heavenly wolves, were the ones who actually installed the bombs, seeing as they were special ops for the Japanese army, how interesting. Hayami has about a thousand guardians inside and outside of the dome, and compared to Katahara's 250 bodyguards, the good guys were seemingly outnumbered... But doesn't this guy get that Katahara's best friend is the Patriarch of the Kure clan? Surely, those assassins would be helpful.

"Now, the cancellation of the tournament won't affect those of you who have already lost - As a matter of fact, I've prepared another chance for all of you. I promise you that I will host a new Tournament for the key positions in my association - Let us all build a new Kengan Association together." still.... If these many guardians were around... Were they threatening the fighters not present? "Hey, I have a question for you - What's happening to the fighters right now? The active ones AND the ones from the medical room." Kisara called out, hoping for the best. "Well... Who knows~? I will tell you only if you desert that old geezer." Hayami thought he had won. "Admit it, Katahara - Your time is done!" one of the CEOs who must have been an old friend of this jerk tried to call him out and reason to him, but he was completely out of it. "Hey, Metsudo - Do you see it now?" Erioh called out to his best friend, in a sort of shady way.   "He's gone back to his old tone of voice." the old man nodded his head dismissively. "You know you brought this upon yourself. You should've finished him off back then. The first time that Hayami Katsumasa rebelled against you." the patriarch was reproaching his best friend for his merciful decision from long ago. "You're fucked in the head. Who the hell would want to join you? Do yourself a favour and kill yourself or something." Kisara sighed, rolling her eyes. "Exactly! In your dreams! I'm going to reach the top by my own power! I don't need your help!" Yoshitake, shaking like a leaf, shrieked desperately at the evil man. "Ohhh, look who's grown a set of balls." Shion was puffind her cigarette, amused. "But that still just about sums it up." the Sumo-lover shrugged, along with his samurai friend. "Mr. Yoshitake speaks for the rest of us, here - WIth some exceptions, of course." Gaolang's employer smiled. "Oh, and let me take this chance to give you my answer - I'm not gonna be your partner." Kaneda's CEO spoke leisurely. "Likewise~." it was time for Naoya's employer to speak up. Hayami humphed in annoyance, seeing the resistance. "And what about you, Akira? Your late father was a loyal subject of mine, so I decided to extend this offer to you, the only executive of a winning corporation present, out of respect - Seeing that Miss Hasashi over there decided to rebel unwisely." once again, the red head rolled her eyes. "Loyal subject...? And who was it that ordered Mr. Urita's father to dispose of your Loyal Subject?" Akira accused the jerk. "My father was nothing but your puppet. He killed Mr. Nishihonji's father, just as he was told - But not us. We'll never be your puppets." Sukizo, too, seemed pissed off. "You fools are completely oblivious to the situation. Forget it. Get lost!" in that instant, the guardians were ready to attack - And so was Kisara. She took her katana out and got in her stance. A that point, Katahara raised his hand like a little child, asking if he was allowed to ask something. How hilarious. "There's something I just have to know - You didn't care about the tournament results all along, did you?" Hayami confirmed that thought, saying that his true goal was simply to overthrow him and destroy his Kengan association, to build his own. Still, in that motion, he confirmed that he was going to throw the Heavenly Wolves under the bus for being 'terrorists' Not only that, he said that he would blow the dome either way if the people didn't accept him being appointed as the new Chairman - What a mad man! "And, okay~! That's all the evidence I need~ 💖! I just so~ happened to have this recorder on me~♪ Now. What would your subordinates think if they heard this?" Katahara asked, only to be called a fool by his enemy. "It'll be even worse when the foreign heads of state hear of this. As soon as they know you're the terrorist mastermind, then you can kiss any hope of becoming Kengan association chairman goodbye. In fact you'll never return to public life again." "I said you're a FOOL." Hayami was getting very pissed off by the old man's antics. "Ohhh~! Listen to how clear the audio is~♪! You'll have a hard time working your way out of this one~!" Katahara hummed all amused. "SHUT UP!!!" Hayami yelled sternly, and the guardians were ready to strike. He really thought he had Katahara in checkmate, that idiot. "How do you plan to get THAT outside, exactly? In case you've forgotten, you're completely surrounded!" in that instant, someone got a message on his walkie talkie and went to communicate it in a whisper.

As if on cue, the wall was freaking broken and from a helicopter jumped 50 elite Kure members - Kisara couldn't help but laugh - Those two old men were really fantastic! "Thank you for the patience. Fifty elite members of the Kure Clan, at your service." the Patriarch was ready to fight. "The pieces are in place. Shall we have ourselves a game~?" a mischievous, triumphant grin was painted on the Chairman's face. "Hyoooohoohoho! Surprised yet, Hayami? And just to be clear - We're not the only ones resisting you! You guys join in too!" all of his elite bodyguards, and some famous fighter relatives of the employed fighters, like Inaba's gramps or Mikazuchi Rei's old man.

"HEY BABE! THANKS FOR TAKING CARE OF GRAMPS!" Raian's loud, boastful laugh resounded through the VIP room as he run to her side, killing guardians at fantastic speed. "Sure, sure! Raian - I have to go save Ohma. How about we have our little teaching lesson right now?" Kisara grinned, stepping forward next to her psycho friend. "HA! HEY, GRAMPS, IMMA MARRY THIS ONE, GOT IT?" his grin was splitting his face in two. "Keep dreaming, Raian!" the red head laughed as she charged ahead of the Kure boy and started killing away at the guardians. She let all restraints loose - She never killed before, but she threw all of her anger and frustration into destroying the people threatening her life. She had one goal, and that was to get out of there and reach Ohma. She had to save him before it was too late. "Work on your stance, babe - And careful to those fuckers - Don't wanna hurt your pretty face, do ya?" he said as he ripped a guy in two perfect sides. "...Wicked..." Kisara's green eyes looked with awe at his raw power. To think a human being can actually rip a man apart like that, it was fantastic. "LOOK OUT!" Raian rushed and threw his arms around the red head, turning around - He shielded her from a sickle throw. "Shit, I'm sorry -" the girl tried to apologise, but Raian activated his Removal. "You're dead." yep. He was beyond control now and he went on a rampage. So much for a killing lesson. At least she was now able to follow him through the corridor of dead bodies and leap out of the room. "THANKS, RAIAN! SEE YOU LATER!" she called out, not looking back and hurrying the hell out of there before anyone could catch up to her.

The girl ran out of there, and as soon as she got to the lower parts of the dome, she saw various fighters teaming up against bunches of evil guardians surrounding them. All of the fighters were bare-handed, but neither seemed to be struggling, despite their injuries. That is the true pride of a fighter, huh? Fascinating.

There was Kuroki Gensai at some point, looking completely unbothered and in perfect shape as always, and then there was Saw Paing going all out, as always - And further down, she found four fighters going against a guardian with long, dark hair, wielding some kind of weapon that seemed to have severely harmed Adam Dudley. Kaneda was in the back, whilst an injured Cosmo, finally out of his wheelchair, was in the vanguard with Gaolang and his shattered right fist just behind him.

"We wouldn't want the Thai God to injure his Heavenly fist so bad that he can't protect His Majesty, now, would we~?" Kisara teased as she lunged forward and cut the enemy's weapon in two, before cutting him down in the same manner. "Don't worry, things are going to settle down... And your employers are safe too. Toyo's CEO tried to make a coup, but Katahara has everything under control and the guardians are being killed left and right. Any idea if Ohma is still down at the medical wing?" she asked, cleaning the blood from her katana on her sleeve. "Thanks for the help, Nee-san! Anyway, I think he's still there. But don't worry, there were a lot of fighters in that room, so he's safe!" Cosmo smiled, tired from the exhaustion of getting out of his wheelchair. "Wonderful. Now then, I suggest you go somewhere safe and wait until this commotion dies down. See ya." with a rushed peace sign, the red head sprung out of there as fast as when she'd arrived. "Huh. I never imagined Miss Kisara would slice a man in two without any hesitation." Gaolang's eyes were wide with surprise, but at the same time, he could easily get it. He, too, would kill and has killed, in order to protect His Majesty - Sometimes, assailants don't know how to stop when they see themselves at a disadvantage. Ohma... That Tokita Ohma must be a really lucky man and a good fighter. Perhaps he should pay attention to his next fight.

Just a little more, just a few more bannisters to slide down on, just like when she was a child at the skate park - And there it was, the lowest floor, the one that housed the Infirmary - The whole place was swarming with guardians - But no matter. They will all die by her sword. The killing was, however, stopped once she noticed the huge frame of the ex-Nentendo fighter, Haruo, who had Mokichi, Ohma and Yamashita Kazuo in his grasp, and was followed by Miracle Doctor and Inaba.

"RYO!" the girl cried out, running up to him and following Haruo to the secluded, safe room where she let those three. "Are you three staying?" "I need to go help Master, but I'll come back later!" Haruo said, rushing out of the room. "Since these two are the most injured, I need to constantly keep an eye on them. Now that you're here, I guess I don't have to worry anymore. Inaba wanted to make sure these guys were safe." though the doctor smirked and wiped the sweat from his forehead, Ryo smiled at the girl. "Thanks, you guys, you are the best. Stay in the corner next to the those three. I'll handle the rest now." closing the door, Kisara went to kneel on the ground, the sword laid in front of her, and her hands were resting on her lap. If there was something useful she learnt with Hatsumi, was to throw the enemy off guard by not showing your intentions - Either keeping your hands in your pockets, or... Sitting on the ground, completely unbothered and seemingly defenseless. Or at least, that was the impression she wanted to let. "Will you be okay, Miss Kisara?" Ryo asked, frowning. "Let's just say that I've never been angrier in my life, and that someone broke all the shackles that restrained me ethically. I'm going to let all my frustrations out." she smiled wickedly, like an enigmatic Kitsune, as she cracked her fingers.

And then they waited. And waited. Until the door opened, and three guardians got in. They started laughing, saying that she was ready to commit seppuku, hence the katana before her, but before they knew it, all of them were left in pieces, in their combined pools of blood - And Kisara was back to her spot, as if nothing happened. This process continued each time the door was kicked open, and she would slash them to bits - That is, until Haruo opened the door, stumbling in and dripping with blood from head to toe. Everyone yelled out his name out of shock and concern, only to see some kind of sharp rapier impaling him, making him fall limp to the ground.

"I found you." the grave and somber looking guardian spoke in a low voice. Although, the next words that followed were completely in disarray compared to his previous action. "Run." he said, making the people inside the room blink in confusion. "Wh-What did you say...?" Yamashita Kazuo, fallen to the ground, managed to stammer meekly. "Run. This dome will be blown up shortly." the enemy spoke so casually as he took out a handkerchief and cleaned the blood from his blade. "I will allow you to go freely, if you'll take that man with you." he continued, motioning towards Ohma. "Why is Ohma so important to you?" Kisara spoke sternly over Yamashita, who was trying to whisper a question of concern. "This is your only chance. Julius in engaged with Squad B just up ahead and my squad is heading to him as back-up. He's furious, now that he's realised he was just a sacrificial pawn. Security should be light now. Go on and escape." everything he was saying was so completely weird. "W-W-Wait just a second...! Did you say that the dome's gonna blow up...?! Then what are we waiting for?! We have to evacuate everyone - Quickly!" the manager wailed in desperation. "Don't get the wrong idea." the man threatened solemnly, piercing Haruo's back once again, earning a shriek of distress from the old man. "Do you think that I was letting you go out of good will? Keep the Tiger's Vessel alive. Those were my orders." Tiger's Vessel? What an odd metaphor for a human, let alone Ohma. Did something happen to him when he was younger, still in the Inside, and he doesn't remember? Could this be the cause of his amnesia? "What in the world does that mean?" Kisara got up from her spot, yet didn't drop her guard for a second. "You don't need to know, and you knowing wouldn't make a bit of difference. Take Tokita Ohma and leave the dome. This is your last chance to survive." and he was dead serious about this. "Miss Kisara, maybe we should go. I have to find Uri and get him out of here." Ryo was gritting his teeth, afraid for his best friend. "This isn't the most optimal scenario I envisioned. We have to come up with a plan." though the miracle muttered, though quite fantastically, the once unconscious man got up on wobbly feet - And everyone gasped out his name - Only for him to groan, asking what happened while he was asleep. Seeing that he was awake, the guardian decided that letting other people live would only get in his way, and with someone in such a bewildered condition, it wouldn't pose as too much work to get him out of there - So he lunged towards the manager to attack, only to get his rapier blocked and kicked to the side. "Hold up, hombre. Don't you think you've gotten too full of yourself?" Kisara hissed at him, getting in a defensive stance in front of the manager and his fighter. "Hasashi Kisara - Why are you covered in blood, and who the hell is he?" Ohma's low voice made her feel instantly more relaxed and courageous. "Well - One of the CEOs had a coup d'etat and planted bombs around the dome and is now threatening to blow this up, while his bodyguards go around killing everyone that isn't present in the stadium. Was that good enough for an explanation?" the red head chuckled, sparring intensely with the rapier wielding guy. "Nah. You have too much red on you. Come over." just as she drove the guardian back, she turned her back to him and stepped next to Ohma who was eying the blood caking her clothes and face. "I don't like this look on you. Who ruined that cute outfit of yours?" he asked, raising his hand to cup her face and wipe the blood from her cheek. "I wouldn't know. They're long dead. They stood in my way while I was trying to reach you. Grave mistake." that sweet yet playful smile made the man huff in amusement and reach his other hand forwards the enemy, using a new skill altogether to catch the tip of his rapier and break it. As he flicked the tip away, he lunged his foot forward and punched the guardian easily, driving him away. This wasn't the same Ohma as before - This Ohma was on a completely other level. He was radiating calmness, he was cool-headed and collected, and most of all, he was stable both mental and physical, apart for his injuries. "This guy is too predictable, I should have let you had your fun." Ohma spoke, before turning his attention towards the opponent, looking bored. "I'll only repeat myself once. Get lost." "I see that you qualify as the Tiger's Vessel." the guardian spoke, throwing away his weapon to clatter and clank on the ground. "...Are you working for Him? Why is He showing up now?" by the looks of things, Ohma had an idea about what was going on. Something tells Kisara that this wasn't JUST a coup d'etat, nor was Hayami the real mastermind behind all this, but a greater force was behind him, using this opportunity for far more sinister schemes. Though the enemy had no more weapons, he didn't need that, for he activated something similar or quite literally Ohma's Advance technique. "I'll have to take you by force. The Tiger's orders are absolute." "I'd completely forgotten It's real name until now. Possessing Spirit. I guess you're not bullshitting me. You must be His messenger." stepping forwards, Ohma got in a stance. "Hasashi Kisara, stand back and protect Yamashita Kazuo if needed. This guy's not gonna back down easily." though she wanted to yell at him for going into a fight while so heavily injured, she merely nodded her head and got in front of the old manager, along with the assassin and the doctor. Thankfully, though, and quite incredibly, the fight lasted far shorter than expected, and the opponent was unconscious "Hey. Go back and tell him this - You won't get me with the same trick again. If you want me, you'd better come for me yourself." Ohma's cocky smirk was as enticing as always and she wanted to just grab his face and pull him in a deep kiss.

He was alright! Ohma was alright! Awake and alive and alright - More or less - But he was! What a relief, even if temporary, it was good. "Hasashi Kisara - Is there something you want to say to me?" the brunet came over to her, bending down slightly at the waist. "I..." he raised her chin with his finger to make her look at him. "I have quite a few things to tell you... But looking at you made me forget everything." her smile widened. "I'll talk to you properly tonight... Until then... I just want a single reassurance from you. Can I have that, please?" she asked, extending her pinky towards him. "Can you promise me that, no matter what I do, you won't hate me or be disappointed in me?" This question clearly surprised the man, but he was quick to get over his shocked, and he let out a small chuckle as he hooked his pinky to hers, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I promise." as soon as he spoke those words, he could see his beloved relax visibly - Only to side step him and go towards the exit. "Then, I'll be seeing you tomorrow night. Take care of Yamashita Kazuo." with a wink, she skipped out of the room, leaving everyone, especially her brunet darling, confused. "Have I missed a lot while I was asleep?" he asked out loud, though nobody knew what to answer.

As soon as she stepped out into the hallway, she noticed that there were no more white guardians anymore, but the place was filled with Katahara's fighters. So the coup was dissolved. Perfect. It was time to go to the chairman's office and look for his fighter. Getting there, she saw not only the chairman, but his best friend and a few of his personal bodyguards, yet no sight of The Fang.

"Ahh, Miss Kisara, to what do I owe the pleasure?" the old man asked, stepping towards her. "Well - Now that so many people are here, I guess I have a bit more to say. First, I think I should thank you for authorising the inheritance deal and the fighter change, even though it was kind of a weird thing." she smiled wryly, only to see the old man laughing merrily. "Not at all, not at all! You see - Sayaka is my daughter, and as a father, I would never want her to come to any harm. She and my son are my greatest treasures - And I'm sure Erioh here feels the same about his daughter. If your parents want to have you killed, but you have a plan, then by all means, I'd love to give you a chance to prove that you're going to be a far better CEO than they are. I had my doubts, but after seeing you fight earlier, I knew I had made the right decision. Still, there are no weapons allowed, I wonder what you will do, especially against a veteran like Wakatsuki Takeshi."  this answer made the girl smile and drive her hand through her hair. "Few people know that I trained with Hatsumi for four years - But that's for the best, isn't it? Nobody expects anything from me, because I'm a girl. But... Look at Karla. Nobody expects a cute girl like her to fight, and yet..." she ended with an enigmatic smile. "Haha, she's right! Erioh, what do you say? Maybe you ought to bring some female fighters for the next matches?" the old man turned towards his best friend, who had his hands in his haori sleeves. "Your opponent won't be easy to fight and four years of training will count for nothing against a veteran. Even so, I'm quite curious how the match will unfold. What style do you use?" the old fighter asked. "Aikido is my main style, but Hatsumi's style isn't the only thing that I know. I've been developing my own style, based on my fortes, so that I overcome the obvious physical weakness." this explanation earned a chuckle from the patriarch. "I see, I see, so the match will prove to be rather fun to watch. I will be rooting for you, Miss Kisara." Erioh spoje, making the girl smile. "Thanks, you two. So, this gets me to my next reason for being here. One - I can't find Raian, and I need to meet him in half an hour in the forest. And two... I need to see Agito urgently. I'd like to know where I can find him, please." the chairman chuckled, realising with ease her intent. "Agito never taught anyone before. Are you sure you're up for that?" the girl simply shrugged. "No clue. But his fight against Gaolang fascinated and inspired me. And that Formless style... Whatever it was, it looked a lot like the Aikido style I've been practicing, but on a whole other level. Even if I didn't have to prepare for a fight, I'd have liked to have Agito as my teacher, at some point... If he'll have me." her explanation earned a chuckle and a pat on her shoulder from the old man as he told her where to find his Fang, and she made a bee-line right to his room, knocking and waiting for the door to open.

Once it did, she looked up at the man towering over her and gave him a sweet smile. "Hi, Agito! How are you doing? Congrats on that amazing fight against Gaolang, you both were fantastic!" but the man remained silent. With a better look at him, she realised his hair was still disheveled and looked troubled, yet with added surprise at seeing the girl in front of him. "Uh... Are you doing alright? Is something upsetting you?" "Why are you here?" he asked bluntly. "Ah - Well... I need to ask a huge favour from you. I really need you to teach me your fighting style." his eyes widened slightly, before grunting out a definite No and stepping back to close the door, only for the girl to throw herself into the door to keep it open. "Agito, please, I need you! My parents' company fighter cowarded out and I have to fight against Wakatsuki myself! I can't do it without you!" hearing her desperate plea and the reason for her seeking his aid made his stunned - Not only was someone actually asking for HIS help, but a complete newby, a small and frail girl, of all things, was going to fight a Kengan match against a man that was only defeated twice in his over 300 matches career. She could have been placed against him, and it would have made no difference altogether. What the hell was in anyone's mind to accept this? "The chairman won't allow this. You're safe." but she shook her head. "The chairman already allowed this deal. It's all a business move, and it's beneficial on my part. If I get out alive from that match, I inherit the business. And well... I guess I finally get to test the progress I've made in the past four years of my training. Please, Agito, I really need you. I started learning how to fight so that I would be able to stop people from walking all over me. This is the last step I have to take. Once I inherit the business, not even my parents will be able to betray or humiliate me anymore. Please, accept. Just for a day. Just tomorrow." the girl's plea made him look down at her with his hard stare - And he nodded his head, albeit skeptically. "I can't guarantee you won't leave injured." the girl simply smiled widely. "It's fighting, I'm not expecting to leave unscratched. Thank you so much for accepting, it means the world to me!" they exchanged phone numbers for the next day's meeting, and once again, the girl darted off.

This time, Kisara went to her room, changing into comfortable, fighting clothes, and then ran into the forest, hoping that the old man had informed his psycho devil kin about the meeting time and place. Thankfully, Raian was already there, with his hands in her pants' pockets, almost as if he was imitating her from their earlier encounter. "Lookie, lookie who's finally decided to show up!" he sniggered teasingly. "I'm only ten minutes late. It took longer than I expected to find Kano's room and ask him to train me tomorrow." she sighed, stretching a bit. "Eh? Why d'you need that guy, when you've got me?" he asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy - It was almost adorable. "Realistically speaking, the fighting style he showed at the end of his fight with Gaolang matches my own. Whether it is Aiki, Systema or his Formless style, it's exactly what I need. Not only that, but Wakatsuki only ever lost against two people: Kano Agito, the man that I want to train me tomorrow, and Hatsumi Sen, the man that has trained me in Aikido for the past four years. He has never seen me fight before, but I have seen him. I know most of his fighting style and patterns by now, and I know that his Karate hits have a far shorter range compared to normal ones, so that will be in my advantage. I play a lot on the deceiving and surprising side - I shock with my moves so that I will gain that 1 second advantage and take you down. When Wakatsuki sees me taking his arch enemy's stance, he will pale. Not only that, but my Aikido style uses the enemy's strength and power against them, so adding his mountain-like state, you can imagine that he will be fighting against his own power added to my own. I don't need to win. I need to impress myself. This is my chance to prove to everyone, myself included, that I'm not the stupid, worthless doormat called Kisara that can't stop people from walking all over her. So... Yeah, Raian, I need all the help I can get." she explained  - But the man before her barked a laugh. "Fine, fine, whatever, I get ya, you're a fine cookie, babe. Now let's see what you've got." he got in a stance, while Kisara adopted a more leisure one, although not the same one as before, as that trick was already done and wasted. That was the huge problem with Kisara's strategy - It was based on one-tricks for the most part. She really should have had grappling lessons from Cosmo.

For the rest of the day until later into the night, the two kept on sparring and sparring, until the girl couldn't take it anymore. She was exhausted and famished. Of course, that psycho was doing fine, despite having used his Removal repeatedly, but he was nice enough to let her lean on his shoulder while they ate together. When things weren't revolving around fighting, Raian was actually a weirdly good company - If you were able to ignore the weirdo aspect of him and how he kept saying they were going to get married, though Kisara suspected he made the idea more into a gag, copying and mocking Karla's behaviour around Ohma. She wasn't entirely sure, but it didn't make much of a difference.

When she was finally full and ready for resting, the girl went to Hatsumi's room for a well-earned shower and strategy planner, considering he was one of the only two people to ever defeat Wakatsuki. Even if a lot of years passed since then, facts were facts, and neither changed their fighting style 180 since then. Now, three people were aware of the fight... With Wakatsuki being the fourth, but she will only tell him the next day, at evening, hoping to create enough disarray into his tactics, at least short-term.

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The night of the fourth day of the Kengan Annihilation tournament has approached, and all fighters were anxious for the last day, which held three rounds - It was going to be the most fantastic show anyone will witness in their entire life... And for Kisara, it mean the beginning of the end.

As Agito praised her progress and watched her leave from the forest grounds, the girl had only two objectives for the remaining time - First of all, she went by Wakatsuki's room and waited for him to open the door and let her in. He looked as bad as the previous day, unfortunately for him. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and looked up at the girl fidgeting from one foot to the other. "What is it, Kisara?" he asked. She had an almost guilty look on her face - He wondered why. "Remember when I said I will kill my parents?" she asked, taking a deep breath. "With Katahara as a witness, I struck a deal with my parents so that I will have my name on the business inheritance once they die. And, of course, I will force their time of death." she continued, with an almost dramatic effect pause. "Taking a life isn't easy, Kisara. Don't let anger take over you. You're not like them. They're not worth your time." despite his advice, the girl merely smiled. "I'm sure your employer told you about the coup from yesterday, didn't you? Though he wasn't present, he must have heard from the other CEOs. I was there. And when the guardians filled the VIP room, I and Raian went on a killing spree. I had to get the hell out of there and make sure Ohma was okay. That doesn't take away the fact that I took lives without any kind of hesitation. I had a single goal in my mind, and I achieved it. And so I will. Tomorrow. I will kill my parents and get my hands on the business." she spoke more sternly, much firmer, as he's never heard her before. "If you're so set on doing this, why did you come to tell me? Is it because I'm your best friend?" though he stated that possibility, he was more than aware that it wasn't the right answer. "No. I didn't want anyone to know about this, in particular. I don't want anyone dear to me to change their view of me, or think I'm some kind of evil, murderous, greedy person. The reason I'm here to tell you is... Because this issue, unfortunately, involves you indirectly. You were supposed to fight Tanji, but that cowardly jerk dropped out of the competition because I rejected him and Raian socked him in the face and wanted revenge. The deal was that they will only write my name in their will... If I become their new fighter and come out alive. They new you were their opponent in the next fight, and considering out differences... You could easily kill me in a single move. They don't know that I've been training, nor that we are friends. So... At least I know that I won't die." she explained with an awkward smile, watching his flabbergast expression, his single visible eye wide, and mouth slightly agape. "Are you trying to tell me that my next match will be against -- You?" the girl nodded sheepishly. "Are you out of your mind?" "Slightly. Despite everything... I still want you to fight with everything you've got. Don't be afraid to kill me. You know I can't be killed that easily. It's because you're my best friend that I hope you'll have enough faith in me that you'll fight the same as with any fighter. Please respect me and do your best, as you always do, okay, Takeshi?" with a small smile, she stepped in front of him and opened her arms wide - It was their signal to have a hug - And despite his head shake, he did indulge and embraced her. "You're far too reckless for you own good. Didn't you always cry about how awful it is to get injured? That you can't handle pain? And now you're willingly getting into a fight against someone like me. Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into?" he asked, only to feel the girl shrug. "Not entirely, but for the most part, yes. Though I'm not really qualified, I promise, I'll still do my best to make you and all my friends proud. I will go rest for now. But before I go..." with a cheeky grin, Kisara opened the door. "Please don't destroy my face. I'm far too pretty for that. And getting a full dental implant would get my business in bankruptcy." she laughed, going back to her room. To Ohma. Now that was going to be a difficult conversation to have.

Not only she didn't go to see him for a whole day and a half, but he had changed radically. She was almost afraid to see how Ohma was like now - Possibly this was the real Ohma, before his memories went down the drain. "Ohma? Are you here?" the girl asked, quietly opening the door, careful not to wake him up, if he were asleep. But he wasn't. "Look who's finally here. Did you miss me?" that didn't sound like Ohma at all. As she stepped inside the room properly, she saw him laying down on the bed, shirtless as always, and with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Of course I did. You have no idea how worried I was when you were unconscious." she sighed softly. "Yeah, I know, I heard you." he smirked wider, seeing the sweet smile on her face. "And I did what Her Majesty requested. I woke up. Now get over here already." though he reached out his arm towards her, she shook her head. "Let me take a shower first." and so she did, returning back all freshened up and wearing one of his Tshirts. As she climbed on the bed, the man playfully grabbed her and placed her on his lap. "How bold." she chuckled, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. "Now that's a proper welcome." he let out an amused huff. "Did you get your memories back?" his smile widened. "As right as always. Yeah, I did. About time, huh?" she nodded with a happy grin on her face. "I'm really happy for you." this time, she kissed him gentler. "What have you been doing these days? You seem pretty tired. And you have bruises all over you." he noticed, running his hands down her legs. "Uh... Can I tell you that tomorrow?" based on how evasive she was, Ohma merely raised his eyebrow, but agreed nonetheless. "Thanks, love. How about you tell me whatever you want that you remember, and tomorrow, I promise I'll explain everything to you." Once again, the brunet agreed, but instead of beginning a tale, he switched their positions so he would be on top of her. As always, he was always on top. Of everyone and everything. "I've got another idea." "I'm sure you do." her smile matched hers, as she pulled her closer to him, her hands playing with his beautiful, dark hair. "Welcome back, my love."

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A Day In The Life Of A Role Swapped Hank And Connor

https://ift.tt/qOEYyfm by MightBeOrphanedIdk What is a day in the life like for Human Connor and Android Hank? I made this in literally an hour, that’s how useless this is. WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS STORY; HANK ACCIDENTALLY SEES CONNOR PISS (IDK HOW HE GOT INTO HIS HOUSE IN THE FIRST PLACE) RICHARD (RK900) AND CONNOR SCHEME FOR SOMETHING?? HANK AND CONNOR GO PATROLLING CONNOR OFFERS TO SUCK DICK FOR A BURGER HANK NEARLY DIES CONNOR AND RICHARD GET DRUNK Words: 4052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of D:BH - Not Part Of The Main Timeline Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor & Sumo, Hank Anderson & Connor, Hank Anderson & Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 & Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Connor & Detroit Police Department Officers (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Character Swap, Android Hank Anderson, Android Gavin Reed, Human Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Human Upgraded Connor | RK900, Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Minor Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson is So Done, Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Angst, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has a Different Name, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Twins

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4. Cake Mania: Main St (2010)

I remember describing Cake Mania’s games’ progress as exponential once, but I think that the perfect graph to describe the progression of Cake Mania’s games with regards to quality is a sigmoidal curve. 

The first three games can be represented by the bottom of the curve. They’re a steady rise in terms of overall quality and then bam, the graph shoots up and levels off near the top. What is it about Cake Mania: Main St that I’m really loving? 

The plot is similar to the original Cake Mania. Evil MegaCorp, worse than the one before, is coming to Bakersfield. This time they are introducing a soulless new shopping mall which will push out the vibrant mom and pop shops. In response to this, Jill is going to get out her magic equipment and use cake to save Bakersfield, again. Only this time, she is going to be fighting the good fight alongside her friends and players are going to be able to play 4 different games. We get to play in Jill’s bakery, but also Jack’s burger joint, Risha’s plant nursery, and Tiny’s sushi restaurant. No need for Jill to defeat the evil by herself, she will now fight alongside her comrades.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓝𝓮𝔀

No More Animation: No more uncanny and incomplete animation. The cutscenes have returned to the normal comic format, but kept the voice-acting. Thank fuck.

Tiny as a part of the main gang: As the number of Cake Mania games increase, Jill’s inner circle does as well. In Cake Mania 2, we were introduced to Jack and Risha as people of importance in Jill’s life while Tiny was just another customer. He didn’t even have a name, he was just the sumo wrestler customer. In Cake Mania 3, he was a member of Jill’s entourage that got transported back in time. There was somewhat of an indication that Tiny has a bigger role in the game than some of the other members that got transported back, such as her grandpa and “Agent Bundt”/Deliveryman from Cake Mania, but not enough so I did not bother pointing it out. However, in this game Tiny is featured as one of the main characters in this game with his own stage so it is safe to say he has officially joined Jill’s inner circle.

This Entire Game: After 3 games of basically the Same Thing (except maybe some game-equivalent facelifts, haircuts, and manicures to give the game a new look), the game had to try something new. It would be foolish to radically change up the classic formula of Jill + Baking, because it works well. It is just getting old at this point. Instead of changing up Jill + Baking, why not just add more to do? 

Unlock It (Charli XCX ft. Kim Petras & Jay Park): We have the four businesses that we are going to operate and various flags around town that represent attractions. We can unlock these attractions through through gameplay. Once an attraction is unlocked the flag turns blue and we have the option to buy it, and we can even earn a small amount of money from the attraction for each level/”day” we complete.

Split the Bill: Since this game has the new objective of buying attractions around town, the money that you earn from the levels gets split--half of it goes to the fund to upgrade the equipment in the stage you are working in, like how it was for the rest of the games. The other half goes to the town fund (pictured above with the cash amount in the green sign). 

Upgrade U (Beyonce ft. Jay-Z): You can upgrade each location which makes it bigger and more elaborate on the town map, while changing the decoration a bit when you play the levels. This set up allows for each location to be a speed-run version of the previous games since you can experiences various “stages” across 25 levels.

This aspect is the “fluff that I was okay with doing but ultimately don’t give a shit about” that was present all throughout Cake Mania 3. I understand why we are purchasing attractions and making the town pretty, but I didn’t feel anything while doing it. Not excitement, not irritation. I suppose this trying to be a more “interactive” way of saving the town compared to Cake Mania where you just played levels and got the happy ending. However, this is not something that needs fixing. The entire game is just clicking buttons, but clicking buttons in a level provides you with some kind of excitement. Buying the attractions felt like opening up a new word document, it just didn’t add anything.

𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

Evans’ Bakery

The old formula we all know and love is back with some minor tweaks. A lot of the stuff I thought was useless fluff in Cake Mania 3, such as the mini-games and stage-specific power ups, did not make a return in this game. However, the sugar rush power-up, drink station, and overnight fridge stayed!

Since these different locations have compressed an entire game’s experience into 25 levels, equipment and upgrades are cheaper again. You also have the option to sell your equipment if you are in a bind to get some money back.

Risha’s Flower Shop

This is legit the only location where I found it to be difficult to play at times, which is a good thing because every other location is fairly easy to play in my opinion.

Risha’s flower shop has the same set-up as Jill’s bakery. You have the flower “oven” with the wrapping “froster.” I’m not sure what it is, but they feel slower or the location goals are much more difficult to achieve. Literally the first time I played this game I rage-quit (lmao) this location because I was struggling to get the super goals, which eventually turned into struggling to get the bare minimum goal. Sometimes getting the super goals required replaying a level and hoping that the random amount of money each customer gave to you was a little higher because I would be $5 off. I would attempt to get either of the two “topping” machines to get some extra money tacked on to each order, but this would be during the snail-speed machine stages which ended up biting me in the ass since each order just took longer and you couldn’t get as many customers in.

 Eventually, I decided to just change the location of the “oven” and “froster” to be closer to each other and voila. Now, I wasn’t making Risha slow-walk across the stage constantly which saved time. It is odd because while adjusting the location of the oven+froster to be closer in any of the Cake Mania games helped a lot, but was not necessary for me to achieve the superstar goal. For Risha’s location it is practically necessary for me after the first few stages.

Also, Risha’s flower shop has two “decorators.” You can add the bouquet equivalent of a topping, ribbon, or both. I honestly recommend fully upgrading one before purchasing the other. By the time you fully upgrade one, you will have the funds to purchase all the upgrades for the other. 

Jack’s Burger Barn and Tiny’s Sumo Sushi 

These games have the same formula, similar to the relationship that Jill and Risha’s locations have. Jill and Risha’s locations are based around upgrading equipment. The orders are important, but the main objective is how you are going to invest the money you earn into making your establishment run more efficiently and churn out more money. Jack and Tiny’s locations have a set up where you have various ingredients spread out and have to make the orders yourself instead of only clicking buttons on an oven, kind of like the Burger Island games. The way to progress through their locations is to unlock and buy more recipes, and the only equipment you can buy is the distraction cookie machine and the TV. The recipes are also unlocked in order, so you can’t skip around with which recipes you purchase. 

Another interesting aspect to note about these games is that the rules for making the food are lenient. Throwing away a cake or a flower comes with a penalty, but with Jack and Tiny’s locations you can prepare as many burger patties or fried salmon as you want to make preparing orders more convenient. I found them to be much easier to play than Jill and Risha’s locations due to this reason. 

Here is the completed town, with all of the attractions unlocked and all the locations fully upgraded!

Here are all the trophies you can earn as well. For each location, (minus Evans’ Bakery) you can earn a trophy for unlocking it, fully upgrading it finishing all the levels, and finishing all the levels with the superstar baking goal. The balloons are for unlocking and purchasing all the local attractions, and of course the ribbon for completing the entire game. This is a much better approach to achievements than Cake Mania 3, which gave you a trophy for breathing.

Now it is time to introduce the stars of this game

𝓒𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓼

*Deep Sigh*

Favorite TV Station: Penguin Documentary

They look like the result of several generations of Nekogirl inbreeding for the worst traits. The pugs of Nekogirls.

Me in the Future

Favorite TV Station: Penguin documentary

Throwback from Cake Mania 2! Love to see her and her cat still thriving

Happy Lady

Favorite TV Station: Cartoons

Sad Sack: Hotdog Edition 

Favorite TV Station: X-Files 

A Cake Mania staple character

Chef Gordon

Favorite TV Station: News

One of many Blue Bubble customers

Marquis

Favorite TV Show: X-Files

Throwback from Cake Mania 3! He provides you with a sugar rush when he arrives

Super Matt

Favorite TV Show: News

Another beloved Blue Bubble customer. What’s great about this guy is that, unlike Napoleon and the Emperor from Cake Mania 3, this guy only immobilizes one customer adjacent to him. He does this by freezing them, so they are immobilized for a while. Gotta love it.

Ninja

Favorite TV Show: Cartoons

There can never be too many Blue Bubble customers. He’s like Super Matt, except he uses a smoke attack against customers instead of freezing them. Residents of Bakersfield get to truly pick their poison while waiting for cake or a burger.

1 Adult Customer

Favorite TV Show: Penguin documentary

This customer is just a SINGLE ADULT in a cute little coat. One individual in a coat. Only one. And they are grown, and definitely don’t need to be in school instead of waiting in line for flowers or sushi. 

Alien

Favorite TV Show: X-Files

Throwback from Cake Mania 2! And yes, they still change the channel to their favorite one. 

Pirate

Favorite TV Show: Penguin Documentary

Yep, this is customer goes from 0 to Blue Bubble if you anger him. He’s kinda like the Dinosaur from Cake Mania 3 in that regard. 

Tiny

Favorite TV Show: Penguin Documentary 

Throwback to Cake Mania 2!

Don Carlos

Favorite TV Show: X-Files

ANOTHER Blue Bubble customer, this time he is pulling a Robin Hood and trying to take your profits from you

Mr. Jack Jill-Evans

Favorite TV Show: News

Our favorite Himbo actually gets to be a customer

Dracula

Favorite TV Show: News

Throwback to Cake Mania! And also the Blue Bubble-customerification of Dracula. 

420 Blaze It

Favorite TV Show: You know what? Throughout the entire game I never learned his TV preference, because I didn’t have to. Because, yes, he will take literally ANYTHING. Also yeah he is high. 

♥This Guy♥

Favorite TV Show: X-files

I don’t know why he would make anyone happy. He’s just a guy. But he is the people’s guy because he lifts their spirits. 

Risha

What’s great about her is you don’t even have to hand her a menu, she is ready to order the moment she walks in. 

...and finally

♥La Reina, Queen of Cakes, the Malika of Marzipan....Jill Evans♥

Favorite TV Show: Cartoons

The division of customers either being neutral or affecting other customers with their mere presence has been reduced heavily in this game in favor of Blue Bubble customers. I don’t like this decision because I did like the chaos that customers like the mummy or witch provided. At the same time, it is not like having your customers frozen or changed to hot dogs makes for smooth gameplay, and it was still fun navigating the nonsense that came with this batch of Blue Bubble customers. Still, I prefer Cake Mania 3′s approach more since it allowed for both kinds of customers.

𝓜𝔂 𝓞𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷

You can gauge what I think of this game from the entirety of this blogpost. I really, really like this as a next step for the Cake Mania series. It keeps the recipe that we all know and love and adds on to it instead of creating a completely unrecognizable game. The changes this game provided weren’t as fluffy as Cake Mania 3. There is maybe one aspect that was changed that I didn’t like, and even that was not an issue that made the game unplayable. I really think this is the furthest this series can go before the game gets too ridiculous and deviates from the main draw of the game.

I give this game a 4/4. As in, all 4 locations are fun!

Anyways, here are the choice screenshots

Self aware game is self aware

Comrade Jill? 

Throwback to Cake Mania 2!

The series portrays Jack to be a massive Himbo who has some interesting business ideas, which he basically is, but the dude is highkey very clever. This is hilarious.

I think this would be really a nice really poster at a dispensary.

Risha’s “thing” in this game is that she is a city slicker who is a fish out of water in this small town. This aspect about her gets contradicted in a later game when we find out that [spoiler].

Oh yeah, Jill is pregnant btw. 

Comrade Don

Nightmare fuel. Also can you tell this is from the late 2000s/early 2010s?

Grimes and Elon Musk is that you?

I’d imagine this is a normal day working in food service during the Bush-era

#cake mania main st #cake mania #pc games #time management game #old web #time management #childhood game #nostaligiacore #nostalgia #childhood nostalgia #faced the same problem w the text editor smhhh #also this took wayyyy longer than usual like i finished this game in july #its cause i was filling out med school secondary apps T-T #but i left that flop era and will be entering a new one soon #i wont stop cakeblogging tho

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International Bacon Day

Crispy, savory strips that make breakfast extra awesome. It's like a delicious high-five for your taste buds!

Sizzle, sizzle. The sound of frying bacon is enough to make the mouth water all on its own. And the additional smell of bacon cooking? There’s so much promise for what is to come! 

Show some love and affection to this most venerable breakfast meat by getting involved with International Bacon Day.

History of International Bacon Day

Bacon is a beloved meat that has taken its place at the breakfast table for many years. But, honestly, bacon can truly be eaten at any time of the day, whether for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Dating back a few thousand years to the time when folks in Ancient China would preserve their pork bellies with salt, the origins of bacon have spanned throughout many cultures. From China to Ancient Rome and Greece, and eventually making its way up to Germany, France and England, bacon has made its impact on various cultures and people groups in different ways.

International Bacon Day has a background that can be traced back a couple of decades, but the stories vary just a bit. Some accounts say that the day was founded in 2004 by a group of graduate students from Colorado University (CU) in Boulder, while others say it goes back a bit further, to the year 2000 when some residents from Bradford, Massachusetts.

But no matter who was foundational in establishing the day, the idea is that bacon is a food that is extremely delicious and certainly worth celebrating. And International Bacon Day is just the time to do it!

International Bacon Day Timeline

1500 BC

Chinese cure pork bellies

Ancient Chinese people use salt from industrial mines to preserve pork fat which eventually evolves into bacon. [1]

1500s AD

Pigs are brought to the New World

Upon the insistence of Queen Isabella of Spain, explorers bring a number of pigs across the Atlantic. [2]

17th century

Modern bacon makes an appearance

Bacon as it is known today becomes popular, cured with sugar and potassium nitrate and then cold smoked.

1924

Oscar Mayer patents bacon

The process of conveniently pre-slicing and packaging refrigerated bacon is patented by Oscar Mayer. [3]

1939-1945

Bacon fat is used in war efforts

After cooking their bacon, families return the fat to the butcher who donates it to make explosives from the glycerin.[4]

How to Celebrate International Bacon Day

Considering some ways to observe and pay heed to this special meat? Have a delightful time on International Bacon Day by implementing some of these plans and ideas:

Enjoy Eating Some Bacon

One of the simplest, but most effective, ways to celebrate International Bacon Day would be to cook some bacon up, pile it high on a plate and enjoy eating it! Of course, those who don’t feel like spending time in the kitchen might want to head out to a restaurant and order up a full breakfast that includes some delightfully crispy bacon on the side.

Not only is bacon delicious as the main part of the meal, it makes a great partner with a large number of dishes. Bacon does well when sprinkled on a salad, as part of a classic sandwich that also includes lettuce and tomato, or even as part of a meatloaf recipe. Bacon is a versatile meat that brings a whole lot of life and flavor to almost any meal!

Try Making Bacon in a Variety of Ways

Different chefs and cooks have different ideas on the best way to make bacon. Of course, the traditional American form of crispy back was originally to fry it up on the stovetop in an iron skillet, which certainly adds a whole heap of flavor. But that can also be a bit fussy, especially if cooking for a large crowd. Making bacon in the oven is a viable alternative, laying it in rows on a baking sheet and cooking it for around 15-20 minutes. And there are also those who will even cook bacon in the microwave, though this seems like a bit of a desperate move when other options are not available. But no matter the way it is made, bacon is certainly the guest of honor when celebrating International Bacon Day!

Make Candied Bacon or Glazed Bacon

If plain bacon seems a little average for such an important occasion as International Bacon Day, perhaps it would be fun to make it a bit more special on this day. Sometimes called “million dollar bacon”, some special but simple ingredients baked in with this pork meat can take bacon to a whole new level.

Hop online and search out some recipes that allow for bacon that is glazed with maple and brown sugar. Or try out a sugared bacon that is made with cracked black pepper for a bit of a sweet-with-savory kind of vibe. Some people even like to add a bit of cayenne pepper to the recipe to give it a spicy little kick. It’s loads of fun to experiment on this day and find the best bacon that the family will just love!

Learn Some Fun Facts About Bacon 

In honor of International Bacon Day, perhaps it would be fun to show some support and raise awareness for the day by learning and sharing various bits of trivia that revolve around the topic of bacon. Get started with some of these fun facts about bacon:

The word “bacon” in the English language seems to have Germanic roots in the word “bak”, which refers to the back of the pig, where the bacon comes from. 

The first factory made for producing dry cured bacon was opened in 1770 in the county of Wiltshire, England. The name of the curing method is still called “Wiltshire Cure” to this day, offering a sweeter taste.

Even though many people consider bacon to be unhealthy, the average American consumes approximately 18 pounds of bacon each year! 

One of the first meals on the moon included a variety of foods that were friendly for space travel – including bacon. 

Host an International Bacon Day Party

Obviously, the love of bacon is an amazing reason to gather friends, family members, coworkers or others together to celebrate International Bacon Day! Even people who might have nothing in common can almost always find common ground in the enjoyment of this tasty breakfast meat.

Get creative with having a bacon themed party by inviting guests to bring their favorite bacon recipe. Then, compile the recipes together and create a mini “cookbook” in an online document that can be shared with all of the guests afterwards.

At the party, feel free to entertain guests by watching some movies that star Kevin Bacon, reading some poetry written by Lord Francis Bacon, or listening to music that was created by the folk band, the Bacon Brothers. 

International Bacon Day FAQs

How to cook bacon in the oven?

Make bacon in the oven by placing strips on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper and baking at 400F for approximately 10-20 minutes until crispy.

Can dogs eat bacon?

Bacon is high in fat and salt, so it is not recommended for dogs, even as an occasional treat. [1]

Can bacon be frozen?

Unopened bacon can be frozen for up to one month, if needed, but it’s better to avoid freezing bacon. [2]

Is bacon healthy?

Bacon is a rather fatty meat that is often very salty, so it’s not a healthy meat and might be saved for special occasions.[3]

How is bacon cured?

Today, most bacon is made with ingredients like salt, sugar, sodium nitrate or other chemicals made into a brine that is soaked or injected into the meat. [4]

#Double Bacon Cheese Burger #Jalapeno Popper Pizza #Liver pie with beets & bacon Smørrebrød #Beef Bacon Cheese Dog #Bacon Mushroom Mikeburger #Chicken and Waffle #animal style fries #Maple Bacon Log #Potato Soup #Bacon Wrapped Jalapenos #Bacon Jalapeno Poppers #Chow Line #bacon wrapped mushrooms #Breakfast Waffle Burger #Sumo Burger #Zax Burger #Filet Port #International Bacon Day #Saturday before Labor Day #2 September 2023 #travel #original photography #vacation #What are the hashtags? #BaconDay #InternationalBaconDay #USA #Canada #Sweden #Switzerland

[dexterlovescoffee]

Post 5 songs you actually listen to and tag 10 people to spread positivity!

Tagged by: @gustingirl

1. Friends in low places by Worthikids

Because I became obsessed with Bigtop Burger, and this song in particular I listen to on repeat

2. Estallando desde el océano by Sumo

Honestly a lot of Sumo's songs are my stim songs idk why I just really like their pronunciation and vibes. This one and "mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas" on repeat 24/7

3. Fairies wear boots by Black Sabbath

Hell yeah they do

4. 1-2 ultraviolento by Los Violadores

Y AHORA QUE PASAAAAAAAAA EEE

5. Stay with me by Miki Matsubara

Immaculate vibes. Dancing all day long to this song

🕺🕺🕺

Honestly I'm about to fall asleep so I'm not gonna tag anyone. Mutuals, feel free to do this, and by mutuals I mean everyone, cmon I want to see what you listen to 👀

#Kofi answers

[kakusu-shipping]

hi im back could you also tell me

🚫 Even if you like cradle ships, are there any specific ones that squick you or are a particular notp?

✌ Do you have any self ships that count as cradle ships? (i know you do but id love to hear about em)

Shaking you shaking you shaking you shaking you you're so good to me I am blessed with more asks

🚫 Even if you like cradle ships, are there any specific ones that squick you or are a particular notp?

Imma be honest; The meaning of Squick is totally lost on me. I understand it's use as a Ship I Personally Don't Like but the actually definition is an unknown.

I don't have any ships I could actively call out that I don't like. I'm neutral on most any ship I come across until sucked into it via exposure. If you show me and talk to me enough about any ship I will eventually be on board even if I Don't Go Here.

So while there's really nothing explicit I could call out, I guess kind of related adjacent is I don't like any Romantic ships involving The Warriors Of Hope from Danganronpa UDG. It's not Cradle exclusive, even Toy Ships between them bother me. I couldn't tell you why, though, it's just a personal barrier.

✌ Do you have any self ships that count as cradle ships?

Yes yes yes I do!!

I love a Self Insert that is just a Littol Guy and a large portion of them follow the last post mentioned trope of Littol Guy who Does Not Yet Understand there are Different Types of Love X Grown Ass Man who's full of Angsty Guilt over thinking Explicitly about an Actual Toddler

My Cradle Ship F/Os include:

Sun - Fnaf Security Breach (THE Guilt/Innocent ship)

Molayne + Sophoclese - Pokemon SuMo (actually everything's fine in this one)

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet (Guilty one sided crush on Clavell's side)

Mr. Salvatore - Pokemon Scarlet (he's cheating on his wife with his elementary aged student)

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY (Little Prince X Sworn Knight)

Shirokuma - Danganronpa UDG (Oh this guy's a massive pervert about this)

Ginko + Adashino - Mushishi (more ambiguous on familial/romantic)

Teddy - Bobs Burgers (this one's really toeing the line here but I'll count it on themes alone)

Leuvis - The Promised Neverland (You ever fall in love with the guy your raising so you can eat him?)

Nezu - My Hero Academia (Familial? Romantic? I'm not even sure this guy can stand being around me)

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 (I'm his cub I'm a clone of him I'm his boyfriend. What can't I be)

Winston - Overwatch (idk what I’m doing with this one I just think Winston deserves a littol boyfrank)

Belos - The Owl House (What if Hunter/Belos but I'm Hunter)

Some of these are because I think it'd make a fun story, and some of them are because I am a repressed Age Regressor and looking at this F/O turned my brain to baby mode. You'll never guess which is which.

#Cradle Ship #Thankyou for asking #Oooooh you want to talk to me about your ships you want to send me ship art of your favorite ships you want to tell me your ship dynamics #You want to make me ship your ships through exposure #I'm Neutral on Ships as in I am witnessing all ships and am very likely to ship them if I continue to be shown them #I am very impressionable #Feel free to ask details on any of the self ships I mentioned I do like talking about them #if you're curious I mean #Ask to tag #When your brain go baby mode you just gotta make the baby S/I it be like that man #I do not control the F/Os that make me regress immediately #I want to be in a polycule with all of the Pokemon Scarlet Teachers but I do not know how to go about it #I adore them I adore them so much I am the Teacher's pet they love me so much

[ben10ocfanfic]

Tale of 10

chapter 3

1. The RV layout was simple. In one room was a bed with several other beds hidden within the drawers. Along with a sleeping bag for a fourth person.

2 in the main section of the RV where several tables for eating and a TV right above that. Additionally there was also a small kitchen area at the end of that room.

3. Yet for some reason everyone had decided to cram into the front cabin of the RV. Most of the guys with the exception of Rick were cramming Jesse into the driver's seat.

4. Upon hearing that they were reaching their first campsite everyone had gotten far too excited. This was very clear when Jesse yelled."everyone sit the fuck down before I crashed the RV into the ditch!"

5. This was enough to get the three boys to settle down. Emptying into the main dinning room the boys began to relax.

6. Rick decided to put on some TV catching some old reruns of sumo slammers. Meanwhile Jose and DJ were talking to each other.

7."Hey DJ you doing all right man? You look kind of tired." Josè looked at his freind with a bit of concern.

8. DJ just shrugged."what can I say I had a bad dream that's all. But I'm not going to let that ruin today." Josè raised a brow at that. Before rolling his eyes

9."what was the dream about? Had to be pretty scary to raddle you." DJ quickly picked up on the sarcasm."oh fuck off. It wasn't that bad just a half burned squid. Like if someone took Cthulhu and took a flamethrower to his face."

10. Josè chuckled."Suena como si alguien comiera unos calamares malos otra vez."DJ sighed at this."I thought we agreed not to talk about that again."

11. Josè just gave him a smirk."nunca dijiste nada de hablar en español."this comment preceded just before Josè got flicked in the noise.

12. But Josè being himself just laughed it off. Not long after this interaction the RV came to a stop in a wooded area. Jessie then yelled for everyone to come out.

13. He called everyone to give jobs to set up camp. He started with Rick."Rick you're in charge of picking the movie and setting up the projector. Oh an for the love of God do not pick sumo slammers versus The walking Dead again we will watch it I promise. But please pick something different for once."

14. Rickrolled his eyes but walked off."Josè you're in charge of.... Are you really sure you want to set up the tents man."

15. Josè proceeded to chuckle."don't worry pendejo I got this you just handle on cooking the burgers."with that josè left to do his job. Jesse then look to DJ.

16."if I'm making the food you're getting the wood."DJ gave him a thumbs up and walked off into the woods. And continued walking looking for sticks.

17. After about 2 hours he noticed two very important things one there were almost no sticks in the ground near camp at least not dead ones. Second it was starting to get dark.

18. It was quite odd to DJ the lack of any sort of twig or branch on the ground. In fact he couldn't even see a leaf in the grass. As if nothing had touched this ground in years.

19. The only signs of damage to the forest we're very old burn marks along some of the trees. Remember the old tales of an angry fire Spirit afraid of his own life.

20. At least that was the tall tale a few of the older residents of Bellwood would tell. Many of the residents of Bellwood were superstitious. They all remarked on events that happened years ago with no explanation.

21. Yet in DJs entire life he has never once seen anything strange except for one time. The time a green muscle car hold up in front of the school and then drove away.

22. Well that may not sound that strange it still gave him a weird feeling that day. Eventually he did see something. Just as he was to walk away back to his camp he saw something shining in the grass.

23. Upon seeing the object he grabbed it. It was a thin piece of black metal. Then he saw another. It was longer in Brown. Then another white. Then another and another.

24. He hadn't even realized he was following a trail. Not until the trees began to part an all around he saw of piles metal. While most was indistinguishable from each other. He could make out a few objects.

25. Something that looks like the remains of an RV. Almost humanoid figures and giant claws laid amongst the wreckage.

26. Yet he didn't turn as if in a trance he continued into the scrap yard. Eventually finding what looked like a crater. He continued down it until he reached the center.

27. Once he reached the center he broke out of his trance like state. And he spotted what look like a watch. He picked it up to get a closer look.

28. The watch was heavily damaged with exposed wires and pieces of metal chipped off. The top plate had a symbol. A green hour Glass with two black sides mirroring it.

29."dam this thing look beat to hell."he stated as he brought it closer to his face. Then the watch began to glow. And a voice came from human in nature but unfamiliar to DJ.

30."Omnitrix activated. backup guardian located. Please stand by please stand by please stand by. Activating code 101010-0010x. Initiating repair sequence and bonding protocols."

31. Suddenly The watch jumped onto his left wrist and a bright green flash over took his vision. He felt like a surge of electricity went through his body and everything went black. While consciousness left him he could have sworn he felt bigger...an hot.

32. Meanwhile above Earth. A robotic alien walked through the corridors of the ship. It came to it a stop in front of a large throne. And a figure cloaked in shadow sat.

33. The robotic alien held its head and spoke in a raspy voice."my Lord the Omnitrix has been awakened. You were correct it had survived an someone has it."

34. The figure nodded to his servant and dismissed him looking out through a screen. The screen displayed all of earth. And the figures spoke to himself in a deep voice.

35."it's been almost 50 years since our battles Tennyson.... But you're no longer here to stand in my way. I hope you chose your guardian well because this time I will not be denied!"

#fanfic #ben 10 #oc #comedy #drama

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Thursday, 25 December, 2024.

The ice is gone, melted by a warm rain. We will workout at the Barn Thursday, but we will likely be enjoying the same warm rain at 4 PM.

Every effort will be taken to do the following exercises under cover.

Note: The rain stopped just before 4 PM. I blew the puddles off the mats and away we went.

Warmup

Scap Pull-Ups

Dislocates

Scap Push-Ups

Strength

5 Power Cleans (Touch & Go) E2M X 5 Sets

(70 To 80%)

Bernie/Chase=185 Ed=165 Dana=125 Herb=120 Tom=100 Coach=95 Joe/Sue=85 Shannon/Kayla/Linda=65 WG/Sam/Tim/Alicia/Charrita/Elisa=no score

WOD

5 Rounds

10 Sumo Deadlift High Pulls (70/53/35 KB)

15 Pushups

20 Ab-Mat Sit-Ups

Run 400 / Row-Ski 500 / Bike 1000m

Chase=17:50 WG=18:41 Dana=20:00 Sue=20:53 Sam/Kayla=21:23 Kayla=21:23 Bernie=21:35 Ed=22:05 Herb=22:22 Tom=23:36 Joe=24:20 Tim=25:00 Shannon=26:11 Coach=27:15 Elisa/Alicia/Charrita=no score.

Notes:

Wine and snacks will follow inside the Barn. Don't be shy about contributing. Bringing food and drink is not required, but if you attend for 6 months empty-handed, someone might notice.

I counted 8 bottles of red wine. Most were well above Costco level. A single bottle of quality white wine was concealed in a remote cooler in anticipation of Timmy asking for it (Tim often-times goes overtime with strength and stretching after-which his favorite white wine is gone). Timmy took the dirty glasses home on our last wine tasting 2 weeks ago and hand washed them, hence he got special treatment tonight. I understand that our more constant glass washers will feel under appreciated, but the management doesn't take anyone's contributions without feeling a debt of thankfulness.

Snacks were in abundance, while meal substitutes were in short supply. We had lots of chips, veggies, and dips, nuts and cheeses. Even rare chocolates. But alas, no hamburger soup, no lasagna, or even those white pasta slimy packages with meat inside that Kayla brings. Miss Linda bought Costco frozen pigs in a blanket today which I thought certainly would arrive all warmed up with mustard to dip them in, but no glory. Cherrita was going out for a massive burger. I'm going to bed hungry after this.

Since the disparate parties cannot get together, our tiny gym never could agree on a single hour in place of the two hour workout times on weekends. So your old coach remains committed to trying to keep everyone happy (except him) and have one weekend class with 4 people, and a later class with 18 people. I wish you guys didn't act like Democrats and Republicans.

Saturday at 0730 an 0930.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

OH no. We're about to have the Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice problem.

Because we're talkin' rakugo.

And particularly bad rakugo, at that. (Although not gonna lie, theatres are great places to sleep...) This older guy doesn't have any apprentices left because all of them, mostly his star pupil Iwashi, quit and started restaurants instead. And the theatre troop is just on the edge of closing dow-

Oh no.

And it has awards. This guy is getting punched.

Then again, this guy is looking pretty punchable. This is Iwashi. He's had the place open for about 10 days and none of his old celebrity buddies have answered his invites to the new place... except his rakugo master, who he treats. His old nobody coworker has to pay for his though.

Oop, it's not KitKat that's making the first swing, it's old rakugo guy!

But it's not like Iwashi was always a fame-obsessed little bitch. KitKat remembers when he came by 5 years ago, asking for a special treat for his old master.

Y'know it's not like French food is all cheese and butter, but hey, what do I know...

KitKat splits the difference and makes Japanese food in French style, which makes the guy happy.

KitKat is left befuddled! Why is Iwashi, the kind young man who wanted to do something nice for his master, acting like such an asshole? Wait, first he has to talk shit about some other customers that Iwashi is treating like A-listers.

And there's the kicker: Iwashi is defrosting pre-made burgers for customers and only hand-making the food for famous clientele.

So KitKat does some digging. Iwashi got famous, and you know that being famous makes you a... bad chef. Or something.

KitKat's willing to train him to be better, on the master's request. Meanwhile Iwashi's food starts going uneaten at the restaurant; the crew he hired isn't cooking the food the whole way through. Probably because he's out of the shop advertising and schmoozing with other TV celebs.

Aaaand he's about to get himself canceled.

So his crew walks out on him. KitKat comes in and for once doesn't yell at the guy. Just tells him he has to, like, try to make his food taste good and people will eat it. He's gotta remember how to treat people right.

So now it's time for the TRAINING!

... specifically...

You know, if they were bots, I'd be into that kinda job, but it's not lookin' great for Iwashi. It's no wonder he gets a callback from a job offer and tries to bail the first day. Who wouldn't wanna be the host on a travel show instead of a burger chef, right?

The sumos are unhappy.

Monkey D. Luffy-ass lookin' legs. But they tell him not to give up! He's never gonna finish anything if he keeps jumping around- from rakugo to TV star to chef to TV star again- actually no he turns that job down and gets back to massagin'. After ten days, they treat him to dinner.

(Turns out, Iwashi also means "sardine".)

NOW, the training is over! Now that Iwashi the guy has gotten good at handling handfuls of big, hot, raw, hard MEAT-

Okay for reals though he's gotta make him some burgers.

Well, "burgers." Like Japan CALLS it "hamburg steak", but look at the ingredients.

It's meatloaf. This ENTIRE ARC has been about Iwashi turning down a job in broadcast TV going on world tours and eating food to run a meatloaf shop. And all his training was to get him used to handling big amounts of meat.

Which he couldn't have done, obviously, by lifting weights or, like, making lots of bread or anything. NO, it had to be big naked sumo wrestlers who happen to belong to a stable the KitKat is buddies with. Absolutely nothing ulterior going on there.

(Man, I used to do that for my botfriends all the time because it was FUN, not because it'd make me good at meatloaf-) anyway....

And KitKat, remember, is STILL charging people for this. In fact, Iwashi the guy tells him point-blank that he can't keep the shop open because he paid KitKat the last of his cash.

Seemingly out of guilt, KitKat goes and buys him more groceries.

MOUNTAINS OF FISH. FISH MEATLOAF BURGERS.

This is a weird fuckin' manga.

So they make a fish burger! And Iwashi the guy is like "dude there's no way this's gonna sell" and KitKat's like "no trust me dude it's gonna sell" and KitKat hands out some flyers that are like "FISH BURGERS. THEY HEALTHY. COME EAT" and it fuckin' WORKS.

And not only does it work, his old rakugo coworkers, even the ones he treated like shit, come to help out! And the opening is a a big success. KitKat wishes him well and tells him to start prepping the sardines for tomo-

Iwashi: ... okay but THIS one's not my fault. KitKat: It really isn't.

So they ride out to the truck to go pick up all the fish and guess what?!

The guys didn't even put on SHOES and they're out there pickin' up the fish!

I RAN OUT OF PICTURES!!!

So wrappin' up real quick, everybody works together to open the place. Iwashi the guy becomes a good chef and his master is proud of him, the end.

Arc length: 9 issues. No wonder I ran out of pictures!

#KitKat Jesus Retrospective #Food Manga Hyperfixation Binge

[fuckinganderson]

ignore how this isn't cropped, idc enough, but here, have cat being held gently like a burger during these trying times.

Honestly I would hold sumo like this if he let me