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"Yeah, indeed it is. I could NEVER top that. Besides, i wonder how many he's gonna do."

Sebastian grinned, knuckle to his chin. "I bet I could do many more laps than just ten."
But then he shook his head, "But I wouldn't, because I have many other things I must do. If I could not do those things, what kind of butler would I be?"

"5$ if he goes for thirty?" Fake Peppino said, with a smug look on his face.

"I'm afraid I don't have that kind of currency, but I do have a sixpence if that'll do instead?"

"Yeah, that'll do." Fake Peppino held a thumbs up to Sebastian. "I'ma be next to the mailbox."

"Hey guys, newspaper just dropped in... again. But uh, something seems different other than the lap 10 thing...

He stayed hidden in the kitchen. He was in an incredibly foul mood, so to avoid throwing his ill temper at anyone, he secluded himself in the kitchen and started making sauces as well as a homemade beef stock.

Pipes looks around for anything interesting to add to his collection.

He let out a sigh. He began sorting his walk-in fridge out and getting some of the product ready. He was planning on making a leek and shallot risotto for dinner the next night, but right now he had to break everything down because the kitchen was now closed.

Fake Peppino seems to be reading another newspaper, alongside with another person.

"So, your saying some pizza guy was able to do twenty laps in a single run?"

“It shouldn’t be that hard to do, unless you’re horribly out of shape.”

"Mmhm" she said "Although it really depends on the size of this obstacle course.."

“That is also true. It depends on the build of the person and their environment.”

"I'm unnaturally strong, I should be able to jump pretty far..." she said "I think for the average person 1-3 is more realistic tho"

"I can't say I'm average, if that wasn't obvious." Nearl shrugs. "I'm Margaret. But everyone calls me Nearl."

"Yari, yes I'm named after a weapon.."

"Aight, i brought in some newspapers, and uh, nothing else. Just newspapers."

He was sitting at a table and writing out the recipe for his mango Chipotle hot wings. He had his helmet and swords to one side and his hair was tied back as he wrote. One thing he did that not alot of others did: lightly toast the wings after tossing them in the sauce in order to give it a light glazed-look as well as make it ever so mildly crisp on the outside.

Emily smelled those delicious hot wings and decided to put in an order for them.