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Game 2: Remember the Order of the Food (Part 2)

The correct order of the food being placed down on the tables by the waitresses:

1) Lettuce

2) Beef slices

3) Grated cheese

4) Cherry tomatoes

5) Honey-garlic sauce

6) Diced carrots

7) Ham

Yuri. K confidently picks up his first food item: "lettuce!" It was correct.

"The first one is correct, but the next ones behind it must also be correct to win this game." Director Leaves reminded.

And that's when Martz and Yuri. P's faces became blank as canvases. They knew that Yuri. K did not know the order of the food items after the first dish. And with this new adjusted rule...they were about to face a lot worse than they did in the first round.

Yuri. K's frustration meter hits the max and he lets out an annoyed yell. "Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

Shaking his head in dismay, he reaches over to the first food item he sees, the cherry tomatoes. Just as his tongs were about to pick up a single cherry tomato, Martz hits her peak limit.

"WAIT! WAIT A SECOND!" She cried desperately. Anything, anything to buy her a little more time from punishment.

Yuri. K jolts up in shock and nearly drops his entire pita roll. Turning around, he yells at Martz. "You nearly gave me a heart attack, Satan!"

Yuri. P was surprised, to hear Yuri. K call Martz 'Satan…' well, he must be very frustrated or just fed up with everything that's happening to him right now. Yuri. K lifted the cherry tomato in front of Martz's eyes.

"Is this ok?" He asks.

Martz weakly nodded. "Yeah...yeah...ok…"

"It's ok?" Yuri. K began slowly lowering the cherry tomato onto the roll but stops abruptly to turn back around. "You chose this, alright? So don't blame anything that happens next on me!"

He places the cherry tomato down onto the pita and looks at the director, who was slowly smiling at him in a way that made his spine shiver. Yuri. P gulped, preparing himself for the spring. Martz kept on laughing, trying to make herself feel better.

The cherry tomato was wrong. The ejection chairs sprung up underneath and sent Yuri. P and Martz into the water once again. Yuri. K made a face that said 'what kind of game is this!?' He puts down his tongs and pita, grabbing his head and shouting crazily.

"I quit! I quit! I QUUUIIIITTTT! If I go on anymore I'll end up in a mental facility!"

Chris and Otabek laughed at Yuri. K slowly going insane. Victor went up to pat him on the back while Phichit cheerfully jumped off his ejection chair and shook Georgi's hands.

"Hey, we got this! We can do it!" Phichit shouted.

"Let's review everything right now before we begin," Victor suggested. "Alright, so the first dish is the lettuce, and the second dish is…"

Yuri. K walked up to their table, trying to cool himself down. "Here, here, let me help you guys out." A wet and dripping Yuri. P also walked over, trying to help them with the order.

"Let me tell you right now. I know that the second one is the beef slices, and the third one….could be the grated cheese or the cherry tomatoes. So the order could be: one, two, three." Yuri. P pointed at the lettuce, beef, and grated cheese.

"But I'm pretty sure it's the grated cheese. They should be the third one." Yuri. K added. "If they are, then I'm telling you right now, that I'll jump into the pool 100 times!"

Victor pointed at his fiance. "You haven't gone into the pool once!"

"I know, I know! But I'll jump in it 100 times if the third food item is the grated cheese! I'm very sure it is!" Yuri. K brought his hand down on the red team's table.

By now, the yellow team also came over, trying to help out in figuring out the correct order of the food items. The two Yuri's brought out their second possibility to the other two teams.

"If the grated cheese is not the third items. Then it's the cherry tomatoes." Yuri. P reminded. "Then it would: one, two, three." He pointed at the lettuce, beef slices, then cherry tomatoes.

Chris nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure whatever order it is, the last food item will always be this one." He picked up the plate of ham. "This must be the last food item if I remember correctly."

Yuri. K agreed. "Ham must be last! But it's the food items in between that we need to figure out! Here, let me show you again."

Victor began to feel dizzy by all of this speculation over the order of the food items. It was getting more and more confusing as they dove deeper into the endless possibilities. Yuri. K began showing them all his first possibility.

"Here: lettuce, beef, then cherry tomatoes! If not the cherry tomatoes, then the grated cheese! See?" He picked up the dish of grated cheese. "And that means, the next ones could be the honey-garlic sauce! But of course, that depends on what the third food item is. You see, if the honey-garlic sauce is fourth, then—"

Victor had had enough. He snapped his fingers at Yuri. K. "Hey, hey, hey! How about this, sweetheart? One, two, three. You leave! Still, love you."

And that's the end of them all trying to figure out the correct order of the food items. Back to the game!

Red team: Round 2

Victor and Phichit took their places on the ejection chairs while Georgi fixed his tablecloth into the neckline of his shirt.

"Just go with gut instinct. Ignore all of that confusing shit we just went through." Victor advised.

Georgi nodded as he confidently (truly confident this time!) picked up a pita and uses the tongs to select the lettuce. By now, it's pretty much confirmed that the lettuce is the first dish.

Going with Yuri. P's advice from when they were all discussing, Georgi, picked up the beef slices as his next food item. But he did it a little too hastily, and that caused Victor to panic.

"Heeeyy...don't do that!" He stuck out his hand.

"It's right, though, isn't it?" Georgi asked, turning around for confirmation.

Victor nodded fiercely. "Yes, all I'm saying is don't go so fast! We don't want to make any mistakes!"

Georgi understood. But now, he was at crossroads for the third food item. From the discussion, they didn't exactly clear it whether it is the cherry tomatoes or the grated cheese…

"Hey, Yuri. K?" Georgi asked. "Is it the grated cheese?"

Yuri. K spoke in a rushed and excited voice. "Yeah! I think it is the grated cheese!"

As Georgi was lowering the grated cheese onto his pita, Yuri. K stopped him last second. "Wait! Wait! If it's not the grated cheese, then it's definitely the cherry tomatoes! That I'm sure of! You got that, Georgi?"

No, he did not. Georgi's tongs were moving back and forth from the pita, having a hard time on whether or not he should place the cherry tomatoes down from the teetering opinion of Yuri. K.

Even the yellow team was having a hard time comprehending what Yuri.K's final decision is. Otabek decides to give Georgi some advice of his own.

"Just take the cherry tomatoes and dip it in the honey-garlic sauce! It should be number four!"

Phichit agreed with Otabek. "Take the cherry tomato. Then dip it into the sauce!"

"No! No! Don't listen to them! Honey-garlic sauce should be number five! Listen to me, Georgi!" Yuri. K shouted.

Yuri. P was confused as to why their blue teammate is trying to help out another team so much. "What the hell are you doing, Piggy?"

Yuri. K ignores him and begins shouting over Otabek and Phichit to make Georgi listen to his opinion and not theirs. But it was difficult listening over all that shouting. Georgi sighed and lowered his head in frustration.

Victor began panicking as well. "Shut up you people! You're making him so nervous! Shut up!"

Immediately, all players of the three teams stopped talking and Victor raged on. "Georgi! Ignore them! Like I told you, just go with gut instinct! Trust your gut! Breath in, breath out!"

Phichit stepped off the ejection chair, unable to handle the pressure any longer. "Hold on, hold on, hold on! I—I can't breathe! Just give me a couple of moments to collect myself!"

Victor also stepped off his ejection chair and joined Phichit in doing some relaxing yoga exercises with deep breathing. Phichit patted Victor on the back, trying to loosen the atmosphere. Despite all of that, Yuri. K continued on with his opinion.

"Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!" He pressed.

Phichit jumped over to his best friend, slapping him across the hands. "Will you just shut up!? Just be quiet for five seconds! Please!"

One minute later…

Victor and Phichit managed to regain control of their breathing rate and blood pressure and returned to their ejection chairs. Georgi got a glass of cold water to help him cool down.

"Georgi, no matter what you do, you know that we always believe in you!" Victor encouraged.

"You got this!" Sala added.

Georgi confidently picked up his tongs and hovered it over the plate of grated cheese. He picked up a few strands before lowering them onto his pita roll. Director Leaves smiled really wide this time.

"I'm very confident that it's the grated cheese!" Georgi cried at the top of his lungs.

Five seconds...ten seconds...nothing happened. Director Leaves nodded her head in congratulations. Phichit leaped off their ejection chairs and embraced Georgi in a tight hug.

Victor still couldn't believe it. "We got it right?"

"You guys got the third food item right." Director Leaves confirmed.

"Wooo! We really believed in you, Georgi!" Victor cried.

From the blue table, Yuri. K looked on with slight agitation as he took a drink from his water bottle. He knew what was in store for him...he just had to say it during their time of discussion.

"100 times." Martz reminded him as he walked up to the edge of the pool.

Otabek, Phichit, and Victor all got up and chased behind Yuri. K excitedly.

"100 times!"

"100 times! You said so! 100 times!"

"Let's see it! 100 times into the pool!"

"Aw yeah!"

The Japanese man turned around and quickly defended himself against all of those crazy people who are too excited to see him jump into the pool until he dies!

"No! My back hurts! I just healed from a recent injury, you see? So—"

"Lies, Yuri. I know you didn't." Victor counters.

Soon, all of the players stand up and push Yuri. K towards the edge of the swimming pool. A few of them began clapping as he got closer and closer to it. Chris finally gave him the final push that tossed him into the water.

After Yuri got out of the water and did not re-enter 99 more times, since the Director said that they need to finish filming this whole episode today, the red team continues on with the order of the food.

Georgi takes his position in his seat while his teammates are back on the ejection chairs. They already got the first three food items down: lettuce, beef slices, and grated cheese. Now, what's the fourth one?

"Believe in yourself." Victor quickly reminded.

Georgi put on the first three food items before pausing for the fourth one. Yuri. K spoke up again. "Alright, I'm making a new bet right now. I'm saying that the fourth food item is the cherry tomato! And if they're not, I'll continue my 100 times of jumping into the poo—"

"Nah, increase it up to...400 times!" Victor interrupted.

Yuri. K accepted the challenge. "Alright then! Georgi, I'm telling you right now. It is the cherry tomato!"

"Cherry tomatoes?" Georgi asked nervously as he picked up a few with his tongs.

"That's it!" Yuri. K barked.

"I'm believing you…" With that, Georgi lowered the cherry tomatoes onto his pita roll.

Victor and Phichit squeezed their eyes shut. Three seconds passed...then five seconds...then eight...nothing happened. Georgi looked at the director with wide eyes.

"Am I right?" He demanded.

"Mmhm. Cherry tomatoes are number four." Director Leaves nodded.

Victor and Phichit let out a sigh of relief as their hearts began slowly returning to their normal pulses. Georgi looked up at Yuri. K as if he was some sort of God or something. The God of knowledge and wisdom. Yuri. K gave him a tiny smirk of satisfaction.

Phichit was about to go give Yuri. K a hug to thank him for helping their team out again when Victor called him back to sit down. "Hey, hey! Come back! We're not done yet!"

At the exact same time, Georgi, feeling confident in their streaks of success, decided to make this next decision on his own...and he went for the diced carrots…

But nobody said anything. All Georgi felt was the heat of the stares of Victor and Phichit against his back as he dropped the diced carrots onto his pita roll, unsure of whether or not this is right.

Looking around him, Georgi saw that the other teams were looking at him weirdly. Something was clearly wrong...his smile disappeared from his face. And in the next moment, Victor and Phichit were sent flying through the air into the pool once again!

This time, Victor quickly made a pose by putting both hands on the top of his head while in midair. Phichit's splash was nearly twice as big as it was the first time. Georgi nearly threw his pita roll into the pool with his teammates.

Yuri. K though was very happy that the red team finally messed up. It basically proved that without his advice, they were pretty much hopeless. In his happiness, he threw off his towel and jumped into the pool on his own, joining the two red team members already down there.

"What did you do!?" Phichit cried.

Victor emerged from the water without a second's waste. He didn't like the pool very much and didn't want to fool around any more than he needed to. But what he didn't know was that the force of the splash had turned his nametag on the back of his shirt, inside out!

Victor didn't notice, he just walked straight up to Georgi's table, looking like he's about to blow a fuse. "Why did you pick carrots?" He demanded in a serious voice.

"Didn't Chris say something about carrots being around the last dishes?" Georgi stuttered.

Chris shook his head. He said something about the ham being the last food item, but nothing about carrots. Victor agreed.

"And you believed him? Never mind, Chris never said anything like that. Why didn't you go with gut instinct?"

"I did!"

Otabek came up from behind Victor, grabbing his wet shirt. "Wait, wait, wait, Victor! Your nametag's inside out, just let me...here!"

Victor's shirt and nametag were straightened again. The team's decided to take a little break in between as Martz takes over the blue team's table.

"Here! Let the master show you children how this is done!" She declared as she picked up a pita and a pair of tongs.

"Martz, why don't you choose randomly?" Phichit snidely suggested.

"Why don't you go sit up there then?" She shot back. "Actually no, Urinal, you stay up there!"

Yuri. P sighed as he was about to get off the ejection chair. He was not feeling in the mood to argue with the Satan this time. Might as well just be away from her.

Martz said the number of the order out loud as she placed each food item on the pita in their proper food. Yuri. P rubbed his eyes as he advised Martz not to mess up.

"Don't make any stupid mistakes…" He warned.

Martz tuned him out as she continued. "Four: cherry tomatoes! Five:—"

"Wait! Wait! WAIT!" Yuri. P squealed as he realized that they have reached the unknown part of the order again. And he did not want to be wet. He points over at Georgi.

"What did you pick the last time? Carrots right?"

Yuri. K confirmed. "Yeah, he chose carrots. They're not it. So Martz! Number five ain't carrots!"

Yuri. P got a clear image in his head now of the food the waitresses placed down on their tables at the very start of this entire hellish game. He knows now...he thinks.

"If number five ain't carrots. I'm going to go with the honey-garlic sauce! It's the honey-garlic sauce!" He shouted at Martz.

Although she does not usually like being bossed around by him, Martz decides to take his advice for now since she has no idea whatsoever of what the fifth food item is. She dips the tongs into the honey-garlic sauce and spreads it across the pita.

Nothing happened. They were right! Yuri. P's prediction was accurate! He raised his fists over his head in sweet victory.

But that only lasted a second. Then, the blue team realized that they are now on the sixth food item and then have one more to go before they're done! The pressure is truly on now!

The red and yellow teams could feel that pressure oozing off of Martz and making its way towards them. Yuri. K and Yuri. P were both gritting their teeth as Martz wavered her tongs over the last two plates she has yet to choose from.

What could they say!? It's a fifty-fifty chance of choosing the correct dish for the sixth food item! And nobody had remembered what Chris said about the last food item being…

"Ham." Martz went for the diced carrots, the food item that Chris said was around the last ones to be placed down. She remembered, but is it right?

From the ejection chair, Yuri. P looked at Yuri. K, who looked at Chris, who was shaking his fist and mouthing a "no." Martz's selection was wrong. Yuri. P's fate was sealed.

"It's not the ham!" Otabek shouted.

Martz immediately realized her mistake. "Oh never mind, it's not the carrots." She began quickly putting the pieces back onto the plate they came from.

Yuri. P shook his head, yelling at her. "No, no, no! What are you doing!? Don't put them back! It's, sigh, it's already too la—"

He didn't have the chance to finish the sentence before he was sent flying out of his ejection chair. Hitting the surface of the water with a splash! Martz felt a bit of happiness fill up inside her. She was able to get this far and get Urinal wet without her having to do so too!

Otabek cheered his yellow team in happiness. "Chris was right! Ham is the LAST one! Yeah!"

Feeling bad for the Russian teenager, Yuri. K decides to jump into the pool again, joining his fellow blue teammate in the sparkling turquoise water of chlorine filters.

Finally, it was the yellow team's turn! Victor gapped over at them. "It's not fair! They got to see our mistakes, and probably have the entire order in their head by now! That practically makes them the winners of this game too!"

"That's right!" Chris sang. He and the yellow team laughed a crazy, but joyful laugh.

Sala picked up the pita and knew exactly what the order of the food items are now. First one: lettuce. Second one: beef slices. Third one: grated cheese…all the way up to the seventh one!

"Haha, take your sweet time!" Otabek teased.

Sala beamed as she picked up the last food item: the ham. Yuri. P immediately bellowed. "That's not the one!"

But Otabek bellowed back. "Hey! Don't interrupt us!"

After that small interruption in an otherwise smooth performance, Sala picked up the slice of ham and began slowly bringing it over to her pita. Smiling confidently, she carefully folded it up into a perfect burrito roll.

"Yay! Sala!" Chris and Otabek cheered as the ejection chairs were immediately sprung up under the red and blue teams!

Victor, Phichit, Yuri. K, and Yuri. P all flew through the air at the same time and hit the water. The splash was the biggest splash of the entire game! The yellow team and the producers and cameramen all applauded in unison.

The yellow team shot their fists up into the air. "Yeah!"

They turned around to face their fallen comrades in the pool. Chris put a hand to his heart. "My friends, it is alright. We shall join you very soon."

"Here we come!"

All three members of the yellow team jumped into the pool! Chris made a pose midair while jumping off the ejection chairs. Otabek performed a single front flip while Sala did a cannonball. Georgi shrugged his shoulders before also jumping into the pool as well.

Martz was the only one who decided to remain on land. She didn't exactly feel good about losing this game. "Hey, I won! I'm still dry!"

Director Leaves simply shook her head. "Alright, everybody get out of the pool! Go get washed up in the showers before you go back to your cars. There's a new mission card waiting for you down there. Hurry!"

After several minutes of showering…

The yellow team emerged from the Thompson Hotel's front lobby door all clean and sweet-smelling! They entered the car they arrived in, which was parked right in the front driveway, waiting for them!

Chris already got the silver suitcase from another woman on the way down the elevator. Inside contains the next mission card that will give them the second clue. This time, regarding the second digit of the four digit code.

Entering the car one by one, the yellow team drove out of the driveway and towards their next destination of this episode. Otabek took the driver's seat again, just like last time.

"Hey, what's the clue this time, Chris?" He asked.

Chris opened the silver suitcase, revealing a similarly designed mission card from last time. "Let's see now...what!? I don't know this!"

Sala leaned forward from the backseat. "What? Let me see!"

"Read it out loud," Otabek demanded.

"Ok, so. What is the minimum variety of difficult turns and steps in a step sequence? The minimum variety number is the second digit of the code."

All three yellow members went blank. This was definitely something to be ashamed about! They were all international superstars in their own rights, and have been competing for quite awhile, and yet, they don't know this simple ISU rule!?

They looked at each other, question marks floating around and jumping from each of their heads. They really don't know this!

"Alright so the code is, 6…." Chris stopped. "6...what!? Aw, to hell with this!"

In the red team's car…

The red team was very salty about their loss from the previous game. Actually, they were just salty about the previous game in general.

"You what?" Victor brought up. "It wasn't our fault that we failed so badly! It was those waitresses!"

"What? Why?" Phichit asked curiously.

"Don't you see? They were wearing those super flashy waitress outfits and were smiling those dazzling smiles!" Victor reasoned. "They were purposely trying to distract us! I know that we are in fact a very smart team! It's just those waitresses!"

Georgi sighed. "Victor, we lost alright? Don't pin the blame on others."

"I'm just so...salty right now!" Victor was ready to bite the lid of the storage box in front of him.

"Actually, I think it was the unveiling of the pool behind us," Phichit remarked. "Right before the game, they surprise us with that. I mean—that just practically made us forget about the food altogether!"

"Well, I didn't forget too much!" Victor defended. "My memory's good! I still remember the name of our waitress! Wilma Mar...something! Wilma. M!"

"Well, what's the use of remembering their names…?"

Victor groaned. "Will you just give me a little pride?"

Up next...Game 3: Table tennis with...frozen fish? And more!

That's right! They'll be playing an interesting game of table tennis in the next game. And then...it's time for the final and longest game of this episode: FINDING THE ACTUAL CODE! The ever famous nametag elimination game of Running Man: Korea and China!

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