[Outside the venue, the camera closes in on Junoia. She is sittng.. more so squating on the edge of a curb with a lit clown cigar in one hand her palmhusk in another. It would seem that she was in the middle of a call with someone titled "💛 ?" on the screen until the shuffling of the cameraman alerted her to their presence. With an unceremonious "Hang on, I will call you back," Junoia pocketed her palmhusk and directed her attention to the camera, taking one last, long drag form the cigar before snubbing the lit end on the ground.] "What. I§ that really all you came out here for? To a§k me for my opinion?" [The camera shakes up and down.] "Alright, fine I §uppose," Junoia said, briefly pausing to consider the question. "It i§ my fir§t time partaking in an event like thi§, §o I §uppose it was briefly daunting. Empha§i§ on the briefly. I have made my di§h for my§elf far too many time§ to count to be he§itant on it§ completion. I truly only made it for one other recently who §eemed to quite enjoy it. A "no-brainer" if you will." "The other conte§tant§? Hm. There wa§ no way that green-themed human did that with any kind of legitimate po§itive outcome expectation. Unle§§ he did. Then it §peak§ volume§ about hi§ mental capacity. The bone marrow looked nice. §imilarly for the di§h that won, and at lea§t a couple other§. Unfortunate that Chef Godeux reacted like that. Wrothe. Eugh. Whatever." "Ye§, that will be all I intend to §ay on the matter. Now leave me with thi§ cigar if you know what i§ be§t for you." #AngelsNutritionblock #Confessional @acquittalTort
