day 27: "cursed food"

Chat Noir slammed his fork down onto his plate. "I CANNOT BE EXPECTED TO EAT THIS." His eyes glowed bright green and he stared into the eyes of the contestant in front of him. "THIS IS AN ABOMINATION."

Ladybug gently set her hand on her kitty's arm. "Hey, it's okay."

Chat looked at her and sighed, sitting down. "This is the worst thing I've ever been expected to ingest in my life. How do you expect to keep your customers happy if you can't even properly cook veal?"

Season 240 of Chopped was in full swing. Using veal, minced tarantula, and minimum three gallons of milk, the contestants were expected to create a meal with the zest of a fresh lemon meringue took a bite of the meal and set down her fork. "Can you tell me how you decided to prepare this course today?" Her question was seething with a sweetness meant to inspire fear.

The contestant sucked in a shaky breath, obviously nervous

"Well Ma'am, I began by peeling a part my veal and soaking it in lighter fluid. While it marinated, I opened up the milk and put it two cups at a time into the microwave to make curled milk. It was very time consuming, but while I did that I lit the veal on fire and seasoned it with salt and pepper. I put all of the curds on top of the veal, and then garnished the plate with an old rubber tire I found on the way in today and the tarantula."

Ladybug gagged. "How did you even get on this show?" The selection process was very selective. There was no way this guy should have even made it past the first round.

"This veal is so over cooked Guy Ferrari is rolling over in his grave thinking about it."

The room exploded in theatrics and flashing lights. A team of people dressed in hazmat suits and a dozen federal agents swept through the studio. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND STEP AWAY FROM THE VEAL."

Ladybug and Chat Noir stood up from their judging table and were ushered out of the studio into an auxiliary space occupied by the invaders. A nearby EMT draped shock blankets over both of them. On a monitor in front of them, Chat and Ladybug watched as federal agents detained the contestant.

"Mr. Noir, Ms. Ladybug," a federal agent approached them. "Would you mind to answer a couple questions for us?"

Ladybug nodded, her hand on her partner's knee. "We would love to help officer."

"Exactly what direction was that contestant taking his meal in?"

"Im not sure, Officer." Chat shuddered. "His food was so bad, it was criminal."