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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 5, 2011 20:59:30 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, I dunno," Mayday says. "Depends how much money we make each level?"
Suddenly Breakaway is concerned - at least a little - about kind of winning the game, sort of! Mayday had no idea he could be convincing. Why, he feels positively charismatic now. Little does he know that Breakaway was seduced by the thought of high-powered stoves. He has to eye Breakaway a bit at his prejudice against bagels, but hey, what can you do?
"Right. I'll be the, uh. Bagel boy. I guess." In the meantime, Monstro will busy himself taking cake layers out of the stove. When the counter is clear of cake stuff, then shall they work!
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 6, 2011 14:10:30 GMT -5
"Well then how do we maximize the amount of money we make each level?" Breakaway asks, before giving Mayday a brief dirty look. Curse you, Mayday, you have conned Breakaway into actually caring about this game with your implied promises of jet-stoves.
Bagels and bread are boring. Cakes are delicious and colorful. They are clearly superior. "I'll get this garlic bread though," Breakaway says, ordering Squinty to pick up the garlic as he passes the spice cabinet on his way to start freezing cake sections. Baked goods that have been frozen get a lower score when you give them to a customer, but they don't take up counter space or go stale over time.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 7, 2011 19:23:04 GMT -5
"Er, um-" Breakaway is giving him a dirty look! Ahh! Mayday looks terribly apologetic and ashamed, even though he's not quite sure what he's supposed to be ashamed of. "You have to, uh, serve as many people as fast as possible as perfectly as possible. Perfect food."
What's so cool about garlic bread, anyway? Bagels can be cool! You put stuff on them and... stuff. Whatever. Mayday will totally have Monstro make all the coolest bagels the virtual world has ever seen! Super-bagels!
Or maybe just regular bagels, because that's what the people want. Either way, he busies Monstro making some dough.
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 7, 2011 19:48:46 GMT -5
Breakaway is used to only getting the Transformer equivalent of MREs for long periods of time. Thus he despises bland, boring food. He's also spent enough time around humans to know what they consider to be boring food. That's his story and he's sticking to it.
Squinty begins mixing up a batch of dough of his own, since garlic bread requires a different kind than bagels do. He also preheats the oven, but he has to wait his turn with some of the tools.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 8, 2011 16:18:53 GMT -5
Is Breakaway sure a bagel didn't kill his pet petro-rabbit when he was a hatchling?
Right, so Monstro needs to knead the dough, then Mayday will make him roll bits into perfect little circles and then- aha! The stove has just dinged so he can shove the bagels in then start on a loaf of delicious bread that somebody wants while those are baking-!
A little smile creeps onto Mayday's face as he works through all these nicely time-optimized activities. This is kind of fun! He hopes Breakaway is having fun, even if he'd rather bake the biggest cake. He'd hate to be having fun if his friend isn't.
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 8, 2011 20:29:01 GMT -5
Breakaway is having fun imagining a stove-customizing mini-game that does not, in fact, exist, while his fingers are pretty much on autopilot ordering Squinty to manufacture baked goods. So Mayday doesn't need to worry about him having fun.
Suddenly, a large puppy with a star over its head walks into the bakery, the camera automatically switching to storefront view to show it. The star glitters enticingly because this puppy has a large order! If filled correctly and in good time, it gives bonus points and money and stuff. Breakaway immediately drops everything, sweeping ingredients off the counter to begin making eclairs for the bonus customer. He has also discovered the button to push to make Squinty bark, and proceeds to press it several times.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 10, 2011 20:33:54 GMT -5
Mayday wouldn't be surprised if there is a stove-customizing mini-game out there. It makes more sense to him than baking puppies, really.
Mayday gasps as the big spender walks in. "Extra money!"
Oh no! His perfectly good order-filling system has been interrupted! But Squinty seems to be seeing to the order rather enthusiastically, if the barking is anything to go by - out of curiosity, Mayday makes Monstro bark, but for some reason it comes out more as 'wek wek' than a bark - so he'll just run support and try and fill some of the smaller orders without getting in Breakaway's way.
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 14, 2011 16:02:34 GMT -5
Breakaway continues to bake ridiculously large quantities of eclairs, sticking a batch in the oven and then starting on making some frosting.
"Your dog is weird, dude," he comments as Monstro barks. "Hand me the vanilla extract, would you?" Darnit, how did he end up taking the initiative and being in charge of this silly thing? It keeps happening!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 15, 2011 13:42:53 GMT -5
Clearly Breakaway is a natural leader! Or maybe it's just that he's an outgoing guy playing with a rather passive guy. Possibly both!
"Yeeeeah," Mayday says, directing his puppy to pass the vanilla along to Squinty. "Monstro is... special. And by 'special' I mean he's an abomination of science." Finding himself in a rather goofy mood, he puts on a dramatic voice and adds, "They tried to build the perfect puppy, but they shouldn't have tried to play the Allspark!" Wait. Organics don't come from the Allspark. Eh, whatever. "Something went horribly, horribly wrong!"
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 17, 2011 19:17:53 GMT -5
Was that witty banter? Mayday is coming out of his (hermetically-sealed, germ-free) shell! Breakaway privately rejoices, but outwardly shows no signs that he notices anything out of the ordinary, lest he startle Mayday back into timidity.
"There are some things Autobots were never meant to tamper with!" the jetformer proclaims in his own spooky B-movie voice. The oven dings! The first batch of eclairs is ready for frosting! Breakaway frosts eclairs, sets them on the cooling rack, and moves on to the next batch. The clock is ticking!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 19, 2011 13:08:31 GMT -5
"They will all come to know true terror as he... he... bakes them pastries?" Well, this horror movie has just gotten rather silly, hasn't it? "Pastries of doom."
While Breakaway is busy with the next batch of eclairs, as soon as the cooling batch is ready, Mayday sets Monstro to giving them their final touches and then packing up the cream-filled pastries all nice for their customer. They've got to hurry, the big spender is starting to get a little sad!
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 20, 2011 20:40:02 GMT -5
Horror movies are often rather silly, when you think about it. "I'd watch that show."
Breakaway is all about speed! It's just this stupid videogame with its stupid tiny oven is limiting his capabilities. If he wanted to bake things in real life he'd put them near his afterburner. Only three more batches of eclairs are needed, and Breakaway already has two underway.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 25, 2011 22:52:05 GMT -5
"Eheh," Mayday chuckles. "...I would, too. Puppy Pastries of Evil."
The clock is ticking! They are so close! Monstro rushes about willy-nilly, flailing about in his oddly-animated fashion. It's almost done! Finished! And then they will have their super-stove!
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 27, 2011 17:40:11 GMT -5
"I'm sure given enough time Earth will put out a show like that. They're weird."
The final batch of eclairs is done! Squinty delivers them to the waiting customer, who barks happily and departs. The little money meter in the corner of the screen chimes and chimes as it fills with an exorbitant amount of Puppy Dollars. But is it enough to purchase the hypothetical stove that Breakaway craves?
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 29, 2011 20:33:33 GMT -5
Mayday waits in anticipation as the Puppy Dollars stack up, then quickly flips to the store. Is it enough...? Yes! Yes it is!
"Haha!" Mayday cheers. "The stove is ours!" Purchasing it with a victorious flick of his focus, their new stove appears in the kitchen in a shower of balloons and sparkles. It doesn't look like a jet engine exactly, but it is a monstrous achievement of stove engineering in stainless steel with flame decals and 20 baking slots and pipes that shoot out multicolored sparks and smoke.
Mayday stares at the giant stove. "That. That sure is a stove."
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