Let's be the appetizer-sized version of CHOPPED!

I'm the ice cream machine and I'm guaranteed to clog if you're able to get to me first.

I'm the fucking deep fryer.

I'm Maneet Chauhan.

I'm bread pudding. I have appeared on Chopped more times than Scott Conant.

I'm something seared over a puree.

R4, hold my beer

Chefs, I have prepared for you today "Alligator Heart Tiramisu, with Ladyfingers soaked in Lemongrass-infused Fish Sauce. Enjoy!"

I'm Ted Allen's dramatic 10-second countdown.

I saw Ted Allen on a street in Chicago. I smiled. He glared. Apparently, we’re not to look Ms. Streisand in the eye.

R9, is he short?

He’s 6’1”, according to the internet, R10

I'm the cream whipper and if you think your fish foam is going to work, I have a bridge to sell you.

I’m some stupid pureed soup.

I'm the foam canister which never works...ever.

I'm the deep fryer which is always occupied!

I am going to cook some pretentious version of my home country staple.

I'm cooking today to prove to my parents that I was right to drop out of med school

R17 Serving up a delicious molecular gastronomical infused avant dish. What can’t an Asian do. Oh yea play sports. That’s it 😆.

I'm building flavors with a sauce of fish sauce, Sriracha, honey, and yuzu.

What, r18?

I'm the Missing [Salt] [Texture] [Eye Appeal] [Cooking Time Needed] [Ingredient].

I'm the Candy Destined To Be Melted Into a Sauce!

Time starts now!

I'm here to show my daughter that, with hard work, she can be anything she wants to be.

I "strategically" bid $4,500 for durian on one of those Vegas tournament things, thinking that pasty faced bitch from the Ozarks was sure to outbid me.

She didn't, the cunt. I was unhappy.

You made the pantry ingredients the star of your dish, not the basket ingredients. And now we must chop you.

I'm Ted's pre-verdict heavy sigh.

I'm the Forgotten Item because Time Ran Out.

I'm the missing basket ingredient which doesn't necessarily mean elimination.

We can;t eat this because of your knife accident.

I'm the snooty and highly unappealing Geoffrey Zakarian.

I'm the feel-good charity mentioned by one of the contestants that's never going to see a dime from the winnings.

I'm the cheftestant's sweat dripping into the bull testicle puree.

I'm the male contestants' sweaty nuts.

Ted must have one of the easiest gigs on TV. He's been hosting this thing for ages now and effectively repeats the same spiel each episode.

I'm Eric Adjepong's shimmering beard.