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| So, Arthur, how say you? Who will be your champion, and who shall he face in the Challenge? |
My man Clint will accept your challenge,
against your Sushi Chef! |
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| Very Well. Fetch hither
Baron Johnsa, my Champiõn du Baït! |
Hai! Wusaah Hu Lai! |
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| That's no Elf! |
No one said you'd face an elf, just my champion. |
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| Very well. Let the shrimp
fall where they may. |
Well, something small with lots of legs,
anyway. |
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And the judges assemble: |
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| Oh,
excellent presentation, isn't it Sai Talus? |
And
quite tasty, Boss Rew . |
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| And what
do you have for us? |
'S something
ah found in me jacket. 'S dead, aw-right. |
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| Bleh... |
Feh... |
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| Well,
this is a clear win for- |
Wait
a minute. You can't declare a winner without tasting it. |
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| Yeah! You
never know. Look at Cargo! |
Escargot. |
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| Right, it's cargo. Slimy
stuff what costs plenty in the better taverns. Y' never know. |
He has the right of it.
Taste it, or you can't judge against it. |
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| Well, either we eat some, or... Aye, it's our only choice.
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| CLINT
WINS IRON AGE CHEF! |
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Another Challenge: |
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| Fo saa nipo su 'failure' cho bessa... |
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