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@halfpiperiker
Yeah I bet, goddammit. The most exciting thing that’s happened to me at work was some little prick throwing a pancake at me. I did eat shit falling down the stairs once though, that was kind of funny.
Did some kid really do that? Please tell me you kicked them out, I would've. Falling down the stairs is actually the worst, though. 'Cause I don't know about you, but I've somersaulted down them every single time I've fallen. It's terrible.
That’s your definition of great television?
Maybe not the best television, but are you gonna say you wouldn't laugh if you were watching someone work and then all of a sudden they busted ass in the middle of a restaurant and knocked a bunch of shit over? Because I know I definitely would.
And I missed it? Fuck.
I'm sure you'll see it at some point. It was hella funny though.
Busted ass like, worked really hard? Or hurt yourself? Or something sexual that makes me kind of scared of you?
The second one. Not bad, though. Just fell on my ass at work. Plates and cups everywhere, that whole deal.
What did you do exactly?
I wasn't paying attention and some kid spilt his juice all over the floor, I walked right in it and yeah, it was pretty bad. But funny, mostly funny.
I busted ass at work today, but I'm pretty sure it made for some great television.
can you last sixty seconds » riker & razer
One would think that after Riker's encounter with the ghost pepper, he would stay away from food challenges. He head was pounding for the rest of the day and his mouth was on fire, but hey, at least he had gotten some great footage out of it and it definitely made for some good television. And honestly, cinnamon seemed a hell of a lot more innocent than a freakin' ghost pepper. What did he have to lose anyways? A little more pain for some good television and probably a good laugh later? Yeah, totally worth it. He stepped onto his board and pushed off lightly to just bring him into the other room, stopping in the doorway and looking at Razer, "Yo, dude." He said to get his attention, either hand on door frame to keep him stable. "You ready to do this?" He asked before pushing himself off again, not waiting for an answer. This time he went backwards, just turning his head to make sure he wasn't going to run into anything. He stepped off the board and kicked it in the direction of his room before going to the kitchen. He went for pretty much the same set up as the ghost pepper challenge - his phone at the end of the counter with the camera facing him, the cinnamon in the middle with a spoon and a stopwatch to keep their time. And a glass of water for each of them in case they can't last the entire sixty seconds.
Upon his arrival to the house, the twenty-one year old had a lot of expectations in regards to what his time was going to be like. For just being there for about a week or so, it was even more than he could have imagined. He auditioned for the show looking for something different, something he had yet to experience and it was exactly that. Like, who freakin' ziplines off a roof into a pool? Or does food challenges on the regular just for the hell of it? He also doesn't hate his job, doesn't hate his housemates and the bed was a hell of a lot more comfortable than he expected. He did miss having the beach at his disposal, that was the one thing he could complain about, if he had to complain. He ran into his room after a moment to grab his laptop, bringing it back out to make sure he had set up everything they needed. He read over the rules and instructions one more time before reassuring himself that he could relay them to Razer once he got to the kitchen. The dude seemed pretty cool, if he was being honest. It seemed like they had a lot in common, which only ensured Riker that he was the right person to ask to do this. "RAZER!" He shouted, a little more dramatically than necessary, wanting to get the show on the road while he bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement.
never trust a ghost pepper » riker & mel
Mel genuinely wanted to complete all of the challenges that they’d been given collectively as a household. Not even for any specific reason except for the fact that she was a highly competitive person, and well, it gave them something to do. Something that wasn’t hanging out on the roof, in her bunk, or feeling overwhelmed by the crippling boredom. To be honest, she’d just expected so much more. More drama, more partying, more everything. It made sense that she was feeling the cabin fever - because really, that was the title of the show and shit, was it not? - but she just wished she wasn’t. She missed the beach like no other, so was almost getting so homesick it hurt, even though that didn’t make much sense, because she hadn’t been back to Australia in years, but whatever. Mel was trying to do something, anything that could stop her from going crazy. Or well, crazier, because let’s face it, she was already pretty insane. When Riker suggested they do the ghost pepper challenge well, how could she refuse?
To be totally honest, Mel couldn’t really handle spicy food. She liked it, and she ate it when she could, if she could, but it just was a type of food she had trouble getting used to. But still, she was totally up for the challenge, and if nothing else, she figured it’d make good TV. Although, she’d never actually heard of ghost pepper, so she wasn’t sure how spicy it was supposed to be. A part of her wanted to Google it, but then she decided she better not. If it was one of the challenges from the producers, she figured it’d probably be really intense, and even though it took a lot to make her even remotely nervous, she really didn’t want to psych herself out. Especially in front of the new guy. Especially in front of the hot new guy. Who, admittedly she really didn’t know much about, except for the fact that he seemed really chatty and could zipline better than she could.
Hearing her name being called pretty loudly, Mel smiled to herself, impressed with the volume, and quickly threw her sweatshirt over her head, then bounced down the stairs, three at a time. She’d already fallen down the stairs once, but what in the fuck ever, a little bruise would never hurt anyone. Even though she was already sporting a pretty wicked goose egg on her head. Turning the corner into the living room, to see Riker already waiting for her on the counter, Mel grinned and hopped over to him, then pulled herself up on the counter beside him. She was pretty sure he’d been humming to herself, but she decided to ignore it, and gave him a wink and trilled a “G’day mate.” It really wasn’t hard for Mel to feel comfortable around people, especially around guys because she’d been around them her entire life, and Riker was no exception. Without any real pleasantries, or even an introduction, Mel decided they should jump right in. ”So, how are we going to do this?” She realized she was talking really fast, because she was actually starting to get excited, and just hoped that Riker would be able to keep up with her thick accent. ”Should we like, do it one at a time, or should we take turns, or what?”
Riker switched the tune from something random to a Third Eye Blind song because lately, they've been his jam and he can't seem to get them out of his head. He didn't stop the drumming of his thumbs even when the space on the counter next to him became occupied, his head turing to find Mel - obviously, since she was the one he called. He flashed her a wide smile, adding a slightly exaggerated head nod at the end before saying, "S'up?" He slid off the counter and spun around, leaning on it with his forearms while he studied the jar in the middle of the counter. There were countless ways they could do this, and he had done a little bit of research before they agreed to do this. Which basically means he watched a bunch of shitty quality videos on YouTube and hoped they were good enough to rely on for their turn at the ghost pepper challenge. "So, basically I just watched YouTube videos on this and you can kind of just go for it pretty much," He shrugged a shoulder and reaching for the jar, twisting off the cap and leaning down to sniff it. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or whatever but it actually smelt spicy, though he quickly ignored it and turned towards the girl, "We could pretty much do whatever we- Wait!"
It might have been a little redundant to film something that was already going to be on television, but the Californian boy liked to relive the experience as soon as possible - hence why he had his phone ready, though he almost forgot about it. He went over to the other side of the counter on the opposite side of Mel, looking down at his phone and making sure that it was still positioned properly so it could get both of them in the shot. After moving it back just the slightest bit, he gave her a thumbs up, "Perfect. Now we're ready." He rubbed his hands together before putting the jar between them, looking down at it and then up at her. "I was thinkin' we could either do it one at a time, or do it together." He placed his hands on the counter, leaning most of his weight on them before pushing himself off the ground just for fun and then repeating it a few times. "But while you do that," He looked towards the camera to make sure he looked decent, taking his hat off to shake out his hair before returning it atop his head, "I'm gonna introduce this whole thing."
Flashing her a quick smile, he leaned across the granite top and pressed the record button. Riker waited a few seconds before starting, "Alright, so - Riker here, with my good friend Mel. She's from Australia." He held his hand up to do his signature shaka before talking again, "And we're about to do the ghost pepper challenge, which - to me - won't be all that bad, but we'll see what happens." He looked from his phone to the blonde across from him, raising an eyebrow at her to see if she was ready. Whether they were going to do it together or not, he picked one of the peppers up out of the jar and shook it slightly. It was held up to the camera for probably more emphasis than what was necessary before bringing it back towards him. He really wasn't all that worried, though he had seen some of the horror stories online. But like he kept reminding himself since he had agreed to the challenge - it was just a pepper, how bad could it really be? He planted his feet firmly on the ground as if he was about to enter a race, taking the whole thing way more seriously than he should be before waiting to Mel to either give him a queue to go or pick up a pepper of her own so they could do it together.
It’s totally just as sugary as froot loops. But thank you; I managed two bowls before my body went into total revolt.
I think it's the whole psychological thing since fruit loops look like they're sugary and frosted flakes look like they're healthier. I'm very impressed, actually. I've never tried to see how many bowls of cereal I can eat before my body hates me, but now I'm curious.
I wouldn’t eat it, no. I like sugar things just fine. Fried stuff isn’t my favorite. The only thing off the top of my head is, like, french fries. Otherwise, I’m just not a fan. The smell makes me feel sick, usually.
Okay, that totally makes sense. I was trying to think of a way you could make a funnel cake without frying it, but yeah, I think at that point it wouldn't even be a funnel cake anymore. At least you like french fries, that's what matters. The smell of citrus does that to me.
Citrus is the worst to throw up. The acid makes it worse. I don’t know if I miss my family mostly cause I’ve already lived way from them for long extended amounts of time. I get the homesick spells like briefly but it’s kind of easy to get over.
Exactly why I think I'm so sensitive to even the smell, honestly. Same here, except my brother moved in with me and my grandma a couple years ago so I'm used to having him around. But I know how to deal with homesickness when it hits 'cause I haven't been like, home home in so long. Like you said, they never last very long anyways.
I can make that.
Can you really? Because I thought I'd be over this craving after a few hours, but nope, still want funnel cake. I'd pretty much be willing to do anything for it at this point, so yeah. If you make funnel cake and you ever need something? I'm your dude.
Alright, that definitely makes more sense. I couldn’t eat hot dogs for a while because of the flu and shit, but I really like them so I just kind of forced myself into eating them again. Nah, mate. Or well, it kind of is random but you can’t exactly stop your cravings and shit. If you share, I’ll ….. give you an IOU for three dollars.
Cheers, mate.
The smell is mostly what does it for me now, not so much the taste but since I don't like the smell, I don't even try to taste it anyways. It's not that big of a deal, it's just a couple of foods I'm missing out on, and orange juice. I like to think that I can so they go away easier, but nope, this one is still going and it's worse. I will totally take that, man. Just let me find someone to make it first.
No ice cream? Strawberry filling? Nothing?
Nothing beats a classic funnel cake, dude. Sometimes I do like some chocolate syrup, or even whipped cream on top.
Seriously? I rarely ever hear anyone say they don’t like citrus, but I guess it’s not impossible. I crave the beach. Hadn’t always been a fan of the beach, kind of craving it though.
I got dared in third grade to drink an entire carton of expired orange juice for fifteen bucks and a chocolate bar. I got fifteen dollars and food poisoning. Don't even get me started on craving the beach, man. I think I might miss the beach more than my brother.
Thank you. I’ve moved onto Frosted Flakes now, though.
Not as sugary or exciting, but still acceptable. And awesome.
