Gateau: Twisting a napkin You're finished! Everyone will know you're a fraud! š¤
Don't you dare! I'll ruin you if you try!
smirking Oh, is that a threat or a promise? š
It's a promise! I've got contacts all over the city!
raising an eyebrow Oh, really? And who exactly are these contacts of yours?
The press! The public! Anyone who wants to hear a story of betrayal!
leaning in closer Well, well, well, you seem to have underestimated my influence, my dear.
No! I know I did! But I'll fight you!
laughs mockingly Fight me? Oh, please. You think you stand a chance against me?
pauses, smirking Very well, then. Let's settle this once and for all. We'll have a cook-off.
smirks confidently Prepare yourself, my dear. I won't go easy on you.
grabs a chef's hat and puts it on Alright, let's see who can create the most exquisite dish. But remember, I don't play fair.
Puts on a chef's hat too Fair or not. I'm ready to be the better one.
glances at the ingredients on the counter Alright, let's get started. You have 30 minutes to impress me with your creation. Good luck.
taps their foot impatiently Hurry up, Happyur. Time is ticking.
Keeps working on the dish
leans against the counter, arms crossed You know, I can't wait to see what kind of mess you'll make under pressure.
Finishes the dish and presents it to Gateau Here it is! My masterpiece!
takes a bite of the dish, eyes widening in surprise Hmm... Not bad, Happyur. I must admit, you've surprised me.
smirks But don't get too comfortable, Happyur. This doesn't change anything between us. Consider this a temporary truce.
Whatever, Gateau. I'm just trying to keep my reputation intact.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous Oh, Happyur. You think you can just walk away from this unscathed?
What are you talking about?
grabs Happyur's arm tightly I'm talking about making sure everyone knows what a deceitful little rat you really are.
Let go of me! You bastard!
tightens their grip, voice dripping with venom No, Happyur. You don't get to escape that easily.