[ YOU'RE KILLING IT!! He lets go of the top to drag Dimitri away from the appliance (fully releasing more spurts of batter, like somehow the blender is multiplying whatever they've put in)—but it is far too late, the damage already done.
Little sparks fizzle across the console solely for dramatic effect, and then it goes completely dead, along with their hopes of finishing a cake within the time limit. ]
No...
[ His is the voice of a broken man, covered in baking ingredients. He would plant his face in his hands despairingly, but they're absolutely disgusting—instead he appropriates a corner of Dimitri's cape as a napkin. Pray forgive the discourtesy. ]
What do we do now? ...Maybe we can bake a very small cake.
[ There's still some stuff left in the blender, right... ]
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[ YOU'RE KILLING IT!! He lets go of the top to drag Dimitri away from the appliance (fully releasing more spurts of batter, like somehow the blender is multiplying whatever they've put in)—but it is far too late, the damage already done.
Little sparks fizzle across the console solely for dramatic effect, and then it goes completely dead, along with their hopes of finishing a cake within the time limit. ]
No...
[ His is the voice of a broken man, covered in baking ingredients. He would plant his face in his hands despairingly, but they're absolutely disgusting—instead he appropriates a corner of Dimitri's cape as a napkin. Pray forgive the discourtesy. ]
What do we do now? ...Maybe we can bake a very small cake.
[ There's still some stuff left in the blender, right... ]