You’re fighting a Knob Goblin Master Chef. He could sauté you, flambé you, or make a roux out of you. You have no idea what any of those words mean, but they all sound pretty unpleasant.
He gets the jump on you and kicks it up a notch. and by “it,” I mean, “your face.” BAM! Ouch! Ow! Ooof!
You remember your training and moxiously poke him right in the eye. He shouts “Ay yai yai!” and runs away. You win the fight!
“All right,” you say to the other cowering chefs. “Which one of you has the Obvious Plot Device? Don’t make me push you around, ‘cause I will. Oh, I will.”
“I swear, we haven’t seen it,” one of the Chefs says. “We’re just here for the food, man.” You search the kitchens and don’t see the Device anywhere. Now what?