With tonight giving us another chance to show we can cook well enough to keep our spots on this show, I resolved at the start of the night to make the most delicious meal possible for Mr. Ramsay by pushing myself out of my comfort zone!
I planned to make an impressive land-based dish to show Mr. Ramsay that I can work with more than fish, except…
…I realized something.
It wasn’t
Gordon who arranged either of tonight’s events.
You’re losing control of your own studio, Gordon, ain’t you, mate? That’s great. That’s a right daft prat who invites his biggest competitors to the building where he’s hiding all his secrets. Didn’t think we’d poke around, did’ya mate?
When Hannibal and the island girl are calling the shots around here, there ain’t no reason for me to act like someone I ain’t anymore. The time is here to get rid of this hat and start getting rid of this gear. I never came here to cook. Acting like I care about nosh ‘stead of eating it in the raw was the best way to get an invitation to the one place I could find out the best way to stomp you out.
But you can wait, mate, so I’ll can it for now and get on with giving everyone else here the details of my night.
Woke up tonight and grabbed my fishing rod. Lugging it around the past couple nights earned me a helmet. Can’t even be arsed to get angry at you dry blokes for hooking us on these things for so long when it earns you so much. Speaking of that helmet, I took it with me too.
I went into the Breakroom to drop that helmet off for Tsumugi to pick up. Make allies when you’re small and enemies when you’re big, that’s the only way to keep yourself growing.
Making allies was on my mind, so I went to get some nosh for that Hannibal’s potluck. Went fishing for chicken last night, so I thought I’d make some more chicken tonight. Wasting time ain’t on my agenda, so I grabbed up the birds in the yard and brought them with me back into the staff building through the Chef’s Dorm.
I passed through the Breakroom and went up the stairs. Lita and Tatsu were in the Staff Kitchen when I came in to start plucking my chickens. Plucking chickens takes work; didn’t catch what they were making, as a result. All I know is that Lita left a lot earlier than that dodgy Tatsu. You ain’t excused for being slow, mate. Solus, there’s a bloke I can excuse for being slow. He’s carrying the weight of that massive ego. You though, mate? What’s your excuse.
Tatsu finally finishes and leaves, but I’ve still got to finish prepping my birds. Draku comes in like a hurricane, leaving me alone but taking about every snack in the bloody kitchen for himself. I wasn’t going to sit around and watch the bloke give himself the runs eating all of that, so I left the room and went back downstairs.
There ain’t many places to find peace around here, and I needed somewhere to finish making my dish, so I decided to take a trip to the Food Laboratory. I know there’s more to that room than Gordon is letting on. You don’t have a laboratory next to a burned down room filled with corpses, mate, unless you’re trying to turn the dead into food. And if you’re doing that, mate, you keep that under wraps. Set yourself up somewhere with a government that’ll turn a blind eye if you promise to disappear whoever they want you to and feed their people on the cheap. Keep an eye on the political situation. If they start to falter, burn the evidence and expose them before they can expose you. It’s them the whole way down. You wipe your hands clean of it and let them take the fall.
I shouldn’t waste my breath on Gordon. With a mind to visit the Food Laboratory, I crossed the yard to the south hallway, went into the Cafeteria, then took the stairs up to the Awards Gallery to cross into the Food Laboratory. Not many of you learned to clean up after yourselves. Whoever was in here earlier tonight, you left enough of a mess I could tell you were working on something big.
Big is good, but you don’t get big without starting small, mate. I spent my time in here putting my chickens to boil and making my dish. It takes some time to boil a bird and put together a meal, so I poked around for Gordon’s secrets. Should’ve stuck to being a chef, mate. The big quid haul ain’t for a little fry like you.
Don’t think I could have waited around any longer, so I took my dish out of the water as soon as it finished. The scene of the night was downstairs, so I brought everything back with me back to the Awards Gallery and went downstairs. The hallway was my route all the way to the Dining Room.
By the time I made it to the potluck, though, it looks like all of you blokes had already cleared out. Didn’t think stepping out of my comfort zone would hold me up that much, but I made the most of it. That King of Town was still here, Angie was sleeping, and Solus rejoined the party after a minute. Had something better to do, did you, mate?
I served my dish to the King of Town. Tsumugi, how about you and I forget this whole competition, sweep Gordon out, and market this bloke as the world’s best garbage disposal? He seemed to like it, but that wasn’t earning me anything.
I still had to get my time with my rod in for the night, so I went up those exterior stairs to do a little yard fishing again. Had a good haul tonight, too. The camera I reeled in should fetch a good price. A little more valuable than a helmet, ain’t it? You want to buy it off of me, Lasagna Cat? I’d give you a word of advice about sleeping at the bottom of the stairs, mate, but you seem too chaotic to rely on, so I’m not giving you anything for free.
After catching a camera, I was ready to go to bed, but as I started to go down the stairs, the power went out. Gordon can’t even pay his bills. The man’s a total sham.
A moonlit night has more than enough light to see when you’re used to the deep seas, so I went downstairs into the yard and made my way back to the Chef’s Dorm in the dark.
That’s the story of my night. Some of you need to hear it, so I’ll tell you: every now and then, it benefits you to give away some information for free. Tell ‘em what they need to hear. I’ll keep giving out testimony for free, because we all need to hear it, but don’t expect luxuries like your cameras back for free.
That’s everything, innit?
Oh, you blokes probably want to know who I actually am, don’t you? There’s not enough gold in this whole bloody canyon to make me tell you that yet. You can keep on calling me Makoto if you want. After all, it doesn’t matter what you call me as long as you’re saying my name.