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Sara really should not have sung. That had been the ultimate bone of contention. Especially since it was _Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better_.
Amara would not back down. Neither would Sara.
So now the danger room had been set up as two identical kitchens, and a black neutral zone between them. Randomizers were set to pick random ingredients from anywhere in the world, and raise them up into the neutral zone for the competitors to use.
The dias rose. The containment fell away to reveal…
Thousands of live crickets. They spilled like water from the device and spread like a cloud into the danger room.
Sara, all calm and logic, said, “You forgot to program in the tank, Doctor McCoy…”
Amara shrieked and fled for the ceiling.
And that was how Sara won a cooking contest without having to cook.
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