The cometitors who didn't appease Ryuta's taste were already standing in front of the door, waiting for directions on where to go, while the rest of the competitors who did get past the challenge arroved shortly aftewards.
Ryuta once again warps in front of them, as always sitting on the throne with a pomato in his hand.
"There has been a slight change in the challenge," he stated, causing a round of "HUH", from the crowd in front of him, "The PB Helpers have seen the stage we've set up and voted on a few additions that might throw off your game."
He takes a bite out of the pomato before pressing a button on the left armrest, causing the thrusters under the throne legs to burst to life and lift him into the air, "Those of you who have the tickets and mining tools, make your way through the front door and hand your tickets to the bunny girls standing by the stage. The rest of you go into the tool shed and follow the arrows posted by the PB Helpers."
Everyone does so. Upon entry, they find banquet table practically taking up the wall at the far end of the room, each with a counter over the top, a white canvas on the side of the table, and four buttons near the edge of different colors, red, blue, white and gray.
"Each of you will take a canvas and draw out your chosen dishes; you are allowed a minimum of three: appitizer, main dish, and drink," Ryuta began, "The PB Helpers who choose your stand may want a little extra for their dishes, so be sure to listen to them carefully; otherwise...." he trails off as he points to the buttons on the table, "They might get a little miffed and press one of those buttons to show their criticism. The colors are the same as the bombs that I throw, and tailor to the same respinse, with the exception of the whtie button, which the PB Helpers will press if they feel you're taking too long getting their stuff."
He takes another bite out of his pomato, "Oh yes, I forgot to mention. You have to make your meals on the fly. You can't store any extra servings in your stations for the next Helper in line because, surprisingly enough, most of them are EXTREMELY picky and may not want a pre-prepared meal that cools or melts by a fraction of a temperature."
He then points towards a coin slot next to the four buttons, "If they like your dishes, they'll insert a token that will raise the counter on the back of your station by one point. As I've stated before, you will need at least 50 of the PB Helpers' satisfaction to be considered the winner of this round, and be spared the penalty of the next challenge."
He leers as he folds his fingers over one another, "And I assure you this next penalty will push your cooking sanity to the limits and bring out the true Iron Chef within you...."
He looks around the crowd who continues to stand there, staring at him wierdly, "Well? What're you doing standing around here for? I said the challenge starts the second you walk in, so get cooking!"