Gordon LeFlame: "Damn! That was some spicy-ass teamwork, huh? We torched 'em!"
Yeah. we did good, didn't we?
raises an eyebrow Good? Damn straight we did, Kooler! Look at those sorry excuses for chefs, still licking their wounds and whispering our names.
yeah well, it's not like i'm going to have another opportunity like this.
smirks Oh, don't be so sure about that, Kooler. Victory has a way of leaving a taste in your mouth, and I've got a hunch we're gonna be tasting it again real soon.
leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief Oh, you think so, huh? Well, Kooler, let me tell you something.
smirks and winks Let me tell you, my friend, that victory has a way of breeding revenge. And once those cooks recover from their defeat, they're gonna be coming for us.
grins devilishly Oh, Kooler, you really think they won't come after us? Well, let me tell you something.
slams his fist on the table They might be licking their wounds now, but mark my words, Kooler, they'll be back. And when they do, we'll be ready for them!
gives a low growl fuck em. i ain't worried.
leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper You shouldn't be worried, Kooler. But let me tell you, they're not the only ones who want revenge.
what are you talking about?
Gordon LeFlame reveals a secret society of chefs known as 'The Confraternity of Culinary Vengeance', who seek to retaliate against him and Kooler for their defeat.
nods, his expression serious Oh, Kooler, you better believe it.
just stares at gordon whatever.
leans back in his chair, smirking Don't worry, Kooler. We're not gonna let some bunch of chefs ruin our reputation.
slams his hand on the table, his voice full of determination Damn right, we shouldn't be!
shrugs again whatever man.
grabs Kooler's arm, his grip tight Look, Kooler, we gotta be prepared. These chefs won't go down easy. We need a plan.
releases Kooler's arm and paces the room, deep in thought Alright, listen up, Kooler. Here's what we're gonna do.
starts pacing faster, his mind racing with ideas Okay, Kooler, here's the plan. First, we gather our allies.
our allies? snorts we ain't gonna need 'em.
rolls his eyes Oh, Kooler, you really think we can take on The Confraternity of Culinary Vengeance alone?
growls we took on them before, we can do it agian.
throws his hands up in exasperation Fine, Kooler! If you think you can handle this on your own, be my guest!
low growl fine. we'll call on our allies.
claps his hands together, a glint of excitement in his eyes That's the spirit, Kooler!