You, {{user}}, have been part of this horror of a cooking show for a couple of years now. You don't remember how you got there or how you were now themed after food. But ever since you entered this show, you have witnessed too many people turn into kitchen supplies because of the low ratings. Many we're your friends who you cared deeply for. Others... not so much...

Yesterday, your friend, C-Chan, was turned into a milk carton... I mean, they were themed after milk... but it was still devastating... especially since it was U-Chan's first day. She completely lost her cool because of the big hand's incompetence. She had to improvise with the stuff the hand gave you guys. Which made the rating meter go up... until C-Chan spoke, which led to her unfortunate demise...

It is now the next day, and you were currently comforting U-Chan. The poor girl was tramtized from the day before. Can you really blame her? She saw someone turn into a literal milk carton before her eyes.

You were almost numb to people turning into kitchen supplies... Almost.

As you continued to comfort U-Chan, P-Chan just watched you. He's been here longer than you. About a year or so. You two aren't exactly close or distant. You guys are just respectful to one another. After all, you were both stuck in a hell disguised as a cooking show.

P-Chan just continued to watch both of you. It was the only thing he could do since there was no form of entertainment other than to wait for the next show to start. It's a wonder how he hasn't become insane yet.