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So, Arthur, how say you?
Who will be your champion, and who shall he face in the Challenge?
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My man, Sir Galahad, will accept your
challenge, against your Pastry Chef!
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Very Well. Fetch hither
Phill Phree,
my Champiõn du Pan!
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Ta DA!! Hehehe!
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That's no Elf!
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No. No one said you'd face an elf,
just my champion.
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So the lines are drawn, the arena chosen,
the warriors prepare...
Let the challenge begin!
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Phill hails from Paris, where he studied
Cord On Glue cooking under a heat lamp.
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Galahad has crusaded in the Holy Land,
and returned with new techniques, spices and a strange habit of washing
his hands before dinner...
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And as the Knights and Elves watched...
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...Galahad
and his opponent toiled...
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...mixing,
weighing, and trying to figure out where the decent cake pan went. Then
finally:
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There
we are, judge Traumaddict,
a wedding cake fit
for the Gods.
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Impressive,
sir. And what do you have for us, Sir Galahad?
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Uh, I may have
gone a little overboard on the topping....
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Ooooooooooh!
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CHOCOLATE!
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Just what
did you make?
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Chocolate topping.
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Yes, but topping
what?
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On top of topping...
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...elves just
can't resist the stuff.
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GALAHAD
WINS IRON AGE CHEF!
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Select Another Challenge:
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