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| - Chris McLean opened his eyes after a good night's sleep. He tilted his head to the left and his gaze met Chef Hatchet's, who was already up. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," said Chef, nevertheless focused on his work. "Morning. My head hurts," moaned Chris. "It's normal after you wake up," explained Chef. "Aren't you used to it?" "I haven't been in this situation many times, to be honest," stated Chris. "Get used to it, then," Chef advised him. Chris nodded and they plunged into silence. After a while, the silence started to get embarassing. Chris asked, "Was it good for you?" "I'm just saying-"
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| - Chris McLean opened his eyes after a good night's sleep. He tilted his head to the left and his gaze met Chef Hatchet's, who was already up. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," said Chef, nevertheless focused on his work. "Morning. My head hurts," moaned Chris. "It's normal after you wake up," explained Chef. "Aren't you used to it?" "I haven't been in this situation many times, to be honest," stated Chris. "Get used to it, then," Chef advised him. Chris nodded and they plunged into silence. After a while, the silence started to get embarassing. Chris asked, "Was it good for you?" "Sort of," Chef shrugged. "It was good, for my first time." "Hadn't you done that in the army?" asked Chris. "Yeah, but the ones in the army are much more sturdy. It's a completely different deal," Chef said. Chris uttered an indifferent "Oh." Another awkward silence followed. Chef broke it stating "It would have been better if you hadn't fallen asleep in the middle of it." "Oh, I knew you were going to bring up that subject," Chris snorted, annoyed. "I'm just saying-" "We were really high, okay?" Chris defended himself. "I usually get sleepy in that situation." "Oh, really?" Chef raged. "Yeah," said Chris. "And why didn't you keep on without me?" "I did!" said Chef. "It's not the same thing when you're asleep." "I was freaking sleepy, dammit!" "Well, that still doesn't explain why you told me to stop when we were halfway there." "I'm not used to that, I was frightened, okay?" said Chris. "And you didn't help at all." "How?" asked Chef, gritting his teeth. "We were almost reaching it when you did that thingy of yours and scared me!" said Chris. "It wasn't me! It's not my fault if your jet is too hasty," said Chef. "Oh, so you're saying you lost control of the situation," mocked Chris. "What are you? A monkey?" "Monkeys... don't... do... THAT!" shouted Chef. "You can't tell," said Chris. "Well, I have never seen any monkey doing it," said Chef. "THEN GET A GODDAMN LAPTOP AND GOOGLE FOR IT!" said Chris, furious. Both Chris and Chef gasped in rage. "I liked what we had better in the show," said Chris. "Me too," snorts Chef. Having those words been pronounced, they went into another uncomfortable silence. Chris stared out the window, absent-minded. He never thought his relationship with Chef would get to that point. They were good friends in the show, but that experience had been the last straw, and he felt like their fellowship had been reduced to shards. The steady, yet loud noises everywhere, his guilty conscience, and the distance from home did nothing but worsen that feeling. The Total Drama Jumbo Jet kept cutting through the stratosphere after its first long overnight flight in a long while.
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