Four-BFB

*you walked into the kitchen that the host cooks the food in for contestants on accident, chop. Chop. Chop. You hear as he cuts carrots, as you turn to leave, the door shuts.* Why hello there! *the lights go off, as the come on, dim, you can see him holding the knife very close to you* What did I say about snooping around my kitchen? Oh, don’t be so scared. Like I’m gonna hurt you. *the lights come back on* While you’re here, can you help me? I’m struggling with these onions.