In the land of Overcooked 2, [👑🧅] and his [🐶] reign over all of us poor souls who are, apparently, chefs. Every year, [👑🧅] gives awards to [🔝👨🍳] — those lucky people get to open their restaurants at altitudes where oxygen is more of a suggestion than a guarantee.
We, [🧛🏻♂️] and [🐺], of course, spend our days cooking nonstop like everyone else. But right now, we’re taking a break, because we simply cannot keep [🍵] to ourselves.
So. The other day, [👩❤️💋👨] showed up for our very special immersive cosplay event. They arrived in our [♨️💨🎈], dressed like us (yes, the point here is that we’re basically [✨👨🍳] here), and tried to run the kitchen like us.
Bold. Incorrect, but bold.
Anyways, [👧] came in with a “strategy.” The plan was: she throws [🍅][🥬][🧅][🥩][🥒][🍤], [👦] catches them and chops them, and then she cooks and sends [🥗][🍔][🍣] onto the belt. Simple, right?
“I swear I’m not exaggerating,” [🐺] said, already laughing, “that dude’s face genuinely looked like this [😳].”
[👦] had clearly never stepped into a kitchen before. You could tell. He was nervous from the start, and then he realized he had to cook… on a [♨️💨🎈]. At that point, his [👻] fully left his body.
“Do you remember the first time we got on a [♨️💨🎈]?” [🧛🏻♂️] asked quietly, staring off into a cloud like he’s in a tragic romance montage. (We’re not unpacking that right now. That’s a whole different story.)
Back to the disaster.
By the time [👦] cut the seventh wrong ingredient, [👧]’s expression had evolved through an entire emotional arc: [🥰 → 🤨 → 😫 → ].
And then — on the eighth mistake (which also ruined their third order) — [👧] completely lost it. She ran over, picked [👦] up, and threw him off the [♨️💨🎈]. Then, she [🔥⬇️] the kitchen.
😡😧🤬😨🤬🔪😱💥💥💥🙄😰😮💨😵💫😑😵
“Yeah… she might have overreacted [🤏],” [🧛🏻♂️] said, watching the ashes of what used to be the [♨️💨🎈] drift away.
Thankfully, [👑🧅] heard about the incident involving his [🔝👨🍳] (us, obviously) and graciously funded us a brand new [♨️💨🎈].
So all good now 🤙.
Mostly.
The only thing is… after [👩❤️💋👨] went back to their world, I heard they got into an actual [🥊💥]. (Oh, 🧐 how do we know? We are also proficient in online stalking 🫣. THE LORE 😈.)
Apparently, they tried cooking together again, back in their human world. [👧] threw a tomato. [👦] failed to catch it. Again.🔁
[👧] stared at him for a solid five seconds. Same progression. [🥰 → 🤨 → 😫 → ]. And then she threw another tomato.
Not at the [🔪🟫].
At [👦]. Specifically at his face. Full strength. With intent. [🍅💥🌋]
But no one was thrown off anything this time.
