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First floor rec room, Friday evening -- iCarly broadcast!

Sam had laid down tarps on the rec room floor and hung more from the walls, today, which couldn't possibly bode well. She was currently setting up two tables on either side of the room and laying out an assortment of warm -- not hot, she'd learned that lesson after the last big Puckett family dinner -- dishes. There was fried chicken, grilled chicken, chicken liver pate. Chicken meatballs, chicken salad, chicken alfredo, orange chicken, sweet and sour chicken, chicken soup, chicken gravy, pulled chicken, chicken fingers, and even a couple whole roast chickens.

It was really, really, really, really hard for her not to just dig in right away. Everyone should admire the hell out of her restraint.

But, dammit, she was determined to actually get to have a chicken fight on the show, tonight.

[ooc: The post is open and the food smells delightful!]

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. . . She could totally have one of the roast chickens, right? Or a drumstick?

But, dammit, that would give her less ammo later.

AGONY!

"This is the best smelling episode we've ever had," Freddie remarked, also feeling hungry. "It's almost a crime that smell-o-vision for the internet hasn't been invented."

"Oh man, that'd be torture." Sam didn't sound unhappy about that prospect, though.

". . . The chicken fingers are calling my name." She held up two of the strips and moved them as if they were lips. "Listen to them: 'Sam! Sam, eat us, Sam! You know you want to!' Ohhh, I do, little chickeny strips. I do."

"You'd eat food that could talk to you?" Freddie said, thinking that rather weird. "That's... creepy."

"What? It's asking for it!" Sam thrust the chicken fingers at him. "Literally!"

"Yeah, but it just proved it could think!" Freddie said. "You'd eat things that are smart enough to think? That's, like, cannibalism!"

No. Not quite, Freddie.

"Freddie." Sam was starting to get annoyed, here. "They're chicken fingers."

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In five, four, three, two. . . .

"I'm a little bit country," said Carly.

"And I will EAT YOUR SOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL!" said Sam.

"And she's apparently metal," said Carly. "And together, we're iCarly!"

Sam pushed a button on her remote to play some public domain metal, and they started rocking out.

Something not yet determined!

Someone who wanders in and wants to play a game like "Is Gibby wearing a hat, or criticizing a hamster?"

Like a toucan and overly-sugary breakfast cereals, Karla was following her nose towards something delicious. Poking her head through the common room doorway, she got almost starry-eyed at the wide expanse of chicken available.

"That's a lot of chicken," she noted. Helpfully. "...You sharing?"

Freddie swiveled his camera over to point at Karla.

"Well, that depends on your definition of share," Freddie said. "Say hello to the internet, Karla."

"Hello internet," Karla said with a wave, attention very clearly on the table of chicken and not the camera. "And my definition of share involves whatever it needs to for me to get some of that chicken."

It took her a second, but finally she figured out what going on. "Is this your show thing? Does it always involve dinner?"

Because if it did, Karla was going to start crashing far more often.

"That depends on your definition of 'dinner'," Sam said, sensing a threat to her getting all the chicken.

She possibly should have thought this whole "chicken fight" concept through more thoroughly.

"You guys are pretty big on the whole 'depends on your definition' thing, aren't you?" Karla noted. "Right now, I'm happy to settle for dinner being defined at chicken. Mmm. It smells delicious."

And if on cue, her stomach growled. See? She was huuuungry!

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Between Sam and perhaps someone who wanders in and doesn't want to play "Is Gibby wearing a hat or criticizing a hamster?"

Or just Freddie.

Or she could attempt to eat it all herself.

The chicken landed with a wet splat against on the floor, causing Karla to pout a little. Waste of a good chicken, dammit.

But pouting wasn't going to last very long. Not when there was a chicken fight to be won! With Sam diving for one table, Karla was heading for the other, ducking down behind it while she surveyed her ammo.

Oh, a nice pile of chicken livers? And meatballs?

"Incoming!"

Sam dodged and dropped behind her own table, and came up with a meatball in her teeth.

Mmmmm, chicken.

She grabbed two handfuls of pate and flung them in Karla's direction, then dropped again, making her way towards the bucket of fried at the end of the table.

Karla was distracted by Sam and the meatball thing--had she caught that?!--and so got spattered by a handful of pate before she dropped back down again. Ugh. This shirt was going to have to be dry cleaned.

Was that going to stop her? Hell no!

There was a ladle and there was chicken salad. Funny how those two things went together to make a sling of chickeny destruction.

Sam was popping up to let loose a couple of fried chicken wings ala ninja throwing stars -- and took a ladle full of chicken salad to the face.

Mmmmmm, mayonaisey. Chicken fights were the best fights.

Karla cackled at her, taking that moment to gobble down a few bites of orange chicken while Sam was occupied.

Mmmm. Totally worth getting into a food fight for.