"Where is he?" slammed the car.
"A worker reported him wandering the town-square, my lady," said the driver sweating at her angered expression.
"Thanks, keep me informed," she sat in a small but fast car. It toggled to a lion-like roar, the entourage could but shudder at the sound and very much palpable vibrations.
'I'm going to win this cook-off,' with a smile, the ingredients ran low, the plates stacked, and the customers increased. Nothing could hold them from the smell as it sufficed to warm the body.
"Done," he served every guest, '-glad I was minimalistic in the usage,' breathing a sigh of relief, the opposing chef began ranting to the announcer.
"Ladies and gentlemen," with a reclusive frown, "-the winner of today's cook-off is none other than the challenger." Applause echoed to gather more crowd; publicity for Ota's eatery made the owner happy.
