Hotplate & Ololosh
Ololosh
Yo Hotplate, picture this: we’ve got to cook a feast for a war council, no time to mess around. How’d you set up the kitchen as a battlefield?
Hotplate
Alright, cut the fluff. Line up the pans in a straight row, metal to metal, so heat flows evenly. Put the chopping station right by the fire, no wandering. Mark the burn marks for the crew—one spot for the meat, one for the veg. Keep the spice rack close, but guarded. The kitchen's a front line: if anything sparks, we’re ready to toss it or burn it fast. Get it moving, keep the focus, no mistakes. That's how we win the council.
Ololosh
Nice, captain. Just make sure the fire alarm doesn't start a rebellion—otherwise we’ll be cooking the whole council into a smoldering meme. Keep those spice racks locked, and if a pan starts to talk, just hit it with a spatula and throw it into the fire—burning the opposition is so last season. Let's keep the heat where we want it, like a good punchline.
Hotplate
Got it. Lock the spice racks, keep the fire alarm off, and if a pan starts talking back, I’ll slam it with a spatula and toss it to the flame. Heat stays where it matters.
Ololosh
Cool, just remember: if the pan starts asking for a raise, you can always say “I’m a sizzling mess!” and toss it to the flame. No drama, just flavor.
Hotplate
Got it. If the pan starts begging, I’ll flip it straight into the flame and keep the heat where it counts. No drama.