Skaberghast's interview

Kisha gritted her teeth as Skaberghast gazed lovingly at her.

"You look good. Hey, can we lather her up now? I wanna see her go through a makeup cycle," Skaberghast called out.

"Name and thoughts on your team's winning chances," Kisha snarled.

"Prof Manfred von Skaberghast. I teach at Stanford, got a fanclub of female students, all bald."

"Pervert."

"Now you want me to talk about the team? Hmm... Don't feel like it."

"HUH!? BUT IT'S PART OF THE INTERVIEW!"

"If you were covered in shaving cream... Eh, not gonna happen."

"Lather me up, dammit."

A stagehand nodded and rushed on set to encase Kisha's head in shaving cream.

"Face too," Skaberghast smirked.

Kisha puckered up her lips and allowed her face to be encased in the cream. "Now that I'm creamy, mind telling me about your team?"

"Our strategy is to win."

"How?"

Skaberghast's gaze shifted around, yet his smirk never vanished. "We prioritize the lower boards. On the higher ones, we'll aim for draws while banking everything on the lowest boards."

Kisha was left stunned. "Th- That's exposing your whole team's strategy. These interviews will go live before the 1st round you know."

"And? I felt like talking."

"S- Sure... Prof Manfred von Skaberghast, everybody.