For fuck’s sake. She’s gonna say something annoying, I know it. Come on, you dumbass, say it. SAY IT!
The last customer only wanted a coffee, but I convinced him to get a milkshake, a BLT and pie!
The second Anastasia stops bringing in dough, I’ll can her!
Good morning, Angry Chef.
Who the fuck is that? Jesus, what the fuck is that? Why does this guy think he knows me?
I’ll start peeling up spuds.
Why’s he in my kitchen? And why the hell is he helping me cook? What the fuck?
He seems kinda useful… maybe I should let him hang around. Bit of a numbskull though.
A doughnut is such an excellent breakfast.
He looks kinda soft to work in a kitchen. I’d better test the little fucker!
Look at me again and I’ll pound you out! I don’t give a shit!
Whoa, the little fuck mullet is full of piss!
And so the day gets worse.
Hey Angry Chef, what’s happening, dude?
When was the last time I bum rushed someone?
Ugh… this hangover is ruinous. I even barfed in my car on the way over here.
Maybe I should bum rush Carl!
I didn’t even turn my head to chuck. I just puked straight ahead of me. My head hit the horn and everything.
If I did, I’d probably kill him!
I never thought it would happen, but for the first time in my life, I honked when I wasn’t horny.