>>5627635Oh god! Gerard’s theme is actually being played through nice speakers!!! A dancing group performs in front of the entrance to reveal —from behind the curtain— the One-Eyed Judge is being led to the stage on a tall mobile platform, surrounded by beautiful flowers! The man’s laugh echoes through the building as he approaches with both arms open, this is like a classical painting gone wrong! There are two people in druid outfits following the caravan, one has a flame…
“Introducing the defending champion! The ace of the kitchen, the Virtuous Polymath, the eye of the truth: Finest Cut <span class="mu-s">Gerard Luther</span>!” Mr. Excitement introduces by reading a cue card. How come you don’t get an actual introduction? Is this part of Gerard’s mind games?!
Speaking of Gerard, tears fall down his eyes! He got emotional at his own entrance! You hear booing from the crowd. It’s Odetta.
“Amadeus! Remember your promise! Once I win, you’ll perform my theme song!” Gerard doesn’t even care about the duel itself. He believes he has it in the bag.
“You have to beat this challenge first, gentleman Luther.” The zombie composer chuckles.
“I see no challenge.” Gerard doesn’t even bother to look in your direction.
“Oh dear, this man looks like quite the handful...” Kata makes her observation.
“Told ya.” You told her as much during your recap.
The Flying Referee marks the contest area with a white bind of energy, barely perceptible to the naked eye. Should make things official.
“Y-You…!” Gerard looks indignant! “What kind of third-rate off-brand pasta logo are you dressed as?!” He hates your look. “Y-You dare make a mockery of our duel…! I won’t stand for this! Security!”
“Planning on running away, dear boy? My handsome head chef can dress any way he wants.” Kata teases back.
“I’m not talking about him! He has the proper look of a master of the craft! You on the other hand, woman, you look so utterly uncouth I might want to puke!” The Judge is disgusted.
“The only reason why anyone will puke today is by tasting your food, Gerard.” You cross your arms.
“I’m the greatest chef who has ever lived, boy! If anyone retches by tasting my gifts, it will be out of joy! The nauseating feeling of joy!” Gerard is awful at smack talk.
