Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 16:19:20 GMT
Komoto sat out front of his dream shop, "Komoto's Flantasy Flan Shop', right on the dessert sand. Lately, it seemed the only customers Komoto would get are fat rich idiots who actually bother to watch his Saimin Nno Jutsu influenced ad, and strangely enough, Namekians that pilgrimaged to earth, which makes no sense since Namekians only need water to survive. As Komoto stared into the beautiful red sun, he wondered what actions would be best in hopes of gathering new customers, preferably customers that Komoto wanted at his little bakery. It just made no sense to Komoto why people wouldn't drop what they ate doing, and head to a desert to try the best dessert they would ever taste.
Komoto pondered on his next goal, and considered creating another Saimin Nno Jutsu influenced ad, but then thought against it, for that would only bring more rich snobby humans and damn Namekians somehow. Komoto then realized what he had to do, and quickly closed his store and flew off to the nearest city. When Komoto made it to the city, he quickly broke open a newspaper box to find the food critic he could come, but sadly, came out empty with that particular newspaper. He then proceeded to every magazine stand to find what a person he was looking for, and found a food critic named Chef Ramsey, knowing he would be the one.
After searching through multiple cities, Komoto finally found the infamous chef in some building judging other people's food in a cooking show. Komoto decided it would be in his best interest to join this cooking competition and winning. Komoto noticed how the chef kept telling contestants things like "This steak is so raw that I'm sure this cow is still alive" or "that toad is so undercooked that Naruto can still summon it". Komoto didn't understand the second saying, but he could tell that this Chef Ramsey was someone who was very harsh in judging, which only made Komoto all the more sure that the chef was the person he wanted to announce how good his Flan was.
Komoto signed up for the competition, waiting for it to start when he overheard the announcers talking that the next to make would be chocolate cake. Komoto hadn't realized that it was a certain food competition, so Komoto walked up to the announcers and used his Saimin Nno Jutsu on them, making them believe that today's competition would be flan. After they were fully hypnotized, Komoto walked back to his area of the kitchen, and made sure everything was ready.
As the match began, Komoto quickly started filling a pan with sugar and melting it, while he mixed together sugar, eggs, condensed milk, and vanilla extract in a bowl. Apparently, everyone in the competition had heard chocolate cake beforehand, and had everything set for chocolate cake, not vanilla flavored flan. When Komoto finished his mixture, he put the mix in a cover pot, and while it was on the stove heating with the melted sugar to the side of it, used his ki to heat up the container of flan, instantly cooking it to perfection. He then poured the melted sugar on the flan, put the flan in a container, and placed it in the freezer with 30 min to spare. The reason he placed it in the freezer is because flan is a dish best served cold, so after it was in the freezer for 20 minutes, he placed the flan in frig.
As the competition ended, everyone placed the flan they made in front of them. All the flans looked more or less the same, but Komoto's was the biggest and coldest, while the rest were smaller and warmer. The Chef Ramsey walked up to Komoto and said "overcompensating much" in a mean tone, didn't even try the flan, and went to everyone else, trying the flans they made, leaving Komoto in the dark, and hurt. The person next to Komoto, the one Komoto just noticed winked to the chef, had won. Most likely, the chef was bribed to declare the jerk the winner, and Komoto felt devastated. Komoto was so hurt, as the camera's were about to be placed on national television, Komoto pulled out his pistols Coyote and Emperor, and shot everyone in the mouth, and the tape.
Komoto then used his ki to fly home, incredibly sad to the point of crying all the way home. The next day, Komoto stood behind his counter on the register, as more Namekians and fat hypnotized rich humans entered the shop, wanting more flan. "At least I have my loyal customers", Komoto thought with a happy sigh.
(Zenni please, shop bonus, 1/2 shop thread of this week)
Komoto pondered on his next goal, and considered creating another Saimin Nno Jutsu influenced ad, but then thought against it, for that would only bring more rich snobby humans and damn Namekians somehow. Komoto then realized what he had to do, and quickly closed his store and flew off to the nearest city. When Komoto made it to the city, he quickly broke open a newspaper box to find the food critic he could come, but sadly, came out empty with that particular newspaper. He then proceeded to every magazine stand to find what a person he was looking for, and found a food critic named Chef Ramsey, knowing he would be the one.
After searching through multiple cities, Komoto finally found the infamous chef in some building judging other people's food in a cooking show. Komoto decided it would be in his best interest to join this cooking competition and winning. Komoto noticed how the chef kept telling contestants things like "This steak is so raw that I'm sure this cow is still alive" or "that toad is so undercooked that Naruto can still summon it". Komoto didn't understand the second saying, but he could tell that this Chef Ramsey was someone who was very harsh in judging, which only made Komoto all the more sure that the chef was the person he wanted to announce how good his Flan was.
Komoto signed up for the competition, waiting for it to start when he overheard the announcers talking that the next to make would be chocolate cake. Komoto hadn't realized that it was a certain food competition, so Komoto walked up to the announcers and used his Saimin Nno Jutsu on them, making them believe that today's competition would be flan. After they were fully hypnotized, Komoto walked back to his area of the kitchen, and made sure everything was ready.
As the match began, Komoto quickly started filling a pan with sugar and melting it, while he mixed together sugar, eggs, condensed milk, and vanilla extract in a bowl. Apparently, everyone in the competition had heard chocolate cake beforehand, and had everything set for chocolate cake, not vanilla flavored flan. When Komoto finished his mixture, he put the mix in a cover pot, and while it was on the stove heating with the melted sugar to the side of it, used his ki to heat up the container of flan, instantly cooking it to perfection. He then poured the melted sugar on the flan, put the flan in a container, and placed it in the freezer with 30 min to spare. The reason he placed it in the freezer is because flan is a dish best served cold, so after it was in the freezer for 20 minutes, he placed the flan in frig.
As the competition ended, everyone placed the flan they made in front of them. All the flans looked more or less the same, but Komoto's was the biggest and coldest, while the rest were smaller and warmer. The Chef Ramsey walked up to Komoto and said "overcompensating much" in a mean tone, didn't even try the flan, and went to everyone else, trying the flans they made, leaving Komoto in the dark, and hurt. The person next to Komoto, the one Komoto just noticed winked to the chef, had won. Most likely, the chef was bribed to declare the jerk the winner, and Komoto felt devastated. Komoto was so hurt, as the camera's were about to be placed on national television, Komoto pulled out his pistols Coyote and Emperor, and shot everyone in the mouth, and the tape.
Komoto then used his ki to fly home, incredibly sad to the point of crying all the way home. The next day, Komoto stood behind his counter on the register, as more Namekians and fat hypnotized rich humans entered the shop, wanting more flan. "At least I have my loyal customers", Komoto thought with a happy sigh.
(Zenni please, shop bonus, 1/2 shop thread of this week)