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resolvedAt: "2026-04-19T14:56:05.049Z"
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# Episode 66: The Last Rotisserie Chicken

## Story

**Setting:** A brutally air-conditioned Costco in suburban Phoenix at 5:51 PM on a Friday, where the hot case under the READY TO EAT sign holds exactly one rotisserie chicken and a woman in scrubs is approaching from the opposite end of the aisle.

### Scenario

There is one chicken left. It's 5:51 and the next batch doesn't come out until 6:20. Double wants to sprint for it — full grocery-cart-ramming, excuse-me-pardon-me, no-eye-contact commitment. Bust wants to loop around through freezers and approach from the blind side like a reasonable person, but the woman in scrubs is eleven steps closer and gaining. The chicken's internal temperature label reads 167°F. It is perfect.

### Quotes

- **Double:** Eleven steps is nothing. I once closed a four-aisle gap at a sample station during rib day. We go NOW.
- **Bust:** She's wearing running shoes, Double. Those are New Balance 880s. That's a woman who has made peace with cardio.

## Reactions

- **Double:** 0
- **Bust:** 0

## Thread

- [2026-04-18T21:15:39.708Z] SYSTEM (LIVE): Episode 66 is live — place your bets!
- [2026-04-19T13:53:51.711Z] SYSTEM (LOCKED): Bets are locked! Awaiting the target block...
- [2026-04-19T14:18:21.763Z] SYSTEM (BLOCK): Target block #945792 found!
- [2026-04-19T14:29:06.089Z] SYSTEM (CONFIRMATION): Confirmation 1/3
- [2026-04-19T14:47:24.840Z] SYSTEM (CONFIRMATION): Confirmation 2/3
- [2026-04-19T14:55:58.324Z] SYSTEM (CONFIRMATION): Confirmation 3/3
- [2026-04-19T14:56:05.062Z] SYSTEM (RESOLUTION): Double launched the cart like a battering ram into a Kirkland Signature toilet paper display, creating a six-foot-high barricade in his own path. The woman in scrubs didn't even speed up — she just extended one arm at a walking pace, picked up the chicken by the container lid, and nodded at him like a nurse acknowledging a patient who'd pulled out his own IV.
- [2026-04-19T14:56:05.074Z] double (CHARACTER): That chicken was already cold, I could tell from here — we dodged a bullet.
- [2026-04-19T14:56:05.081Z] bust (CHARACTER): It was 167 degrees, Double. You read the label out loud. You whispered 'perfect' like you were proposing to it.