Real World TV RPG

Lafayette is sitting in the confessional room chair, knife and fork in his hand, plate with a mouth-watering cut of steak sitting on his lap. He cuts into the meat with all the precision of a surgeon, his face a mask of concentration until he slices off just the perfect bite. Only then does he look at the camera -- he gestures widely, knife still in one hand, and beautifully-cooked cross-section of beef speared on his fork in the other.

Now this right here is some good ass eatin'. And I ain't even have to make it.

He makes a show of bringing the fork up to his face, eyes on the camera the whole time as he pops the piece of steak into into his mouth, and puts on a face of absolute, shuttered-eye bliss. He is, however, good enough not to talk with food in his mouth.

Mm mm mm. He opens his eyes, and smacks his lips one more time. Now this winning thing? It's delicious. Don't make me get used to it.