What Are You Eating?

Ew! What are you eating, Anastasia? Soggy Corn Pops?

Chick peas, silly.

Toast and tea, same as usual. You’re the easiest customer ever, Abacus.

Simple meals feed complex minds.

One lumberjack breakfast, a Bloody Mary, extra home fries, extra bacon and a piece of pie.

Hey! Where’s my cheesecake?

Damn it, Mallory! What do you mean you haven’t eaten today? You make junkies look chubby!

But I found some gum under a table and zere was still nutrients in it.

Toast! You can’t eat fries for lunch! You’re a growing boy!

Watch me.

Turkey club, fishcakes, onion rings, coleslaw, wings, biscuits, a margarita and a banana split.

Hey! Where’s my cheesecake?

Hey Angry Chef, Mallory’s wandering around the kitchen singing about meadows.

Stoned again. Tell her to sit on a pickle bucket and get her a piece of pecan pie.

This meatloaf would taste better with that neon orange cheese you get on nachos.

Keep it down, Carl. If Angry Chef hears you, he’ll kick your ass!

Hmm… is she pudding?

Nope! It’s bread and gravy! See, you put gravy on a piece of bread. It’s fucking delicious!

Can I have a beer, Angry Chef?

Do I look like your mother? I probably do, the ugly wretch!

My last meal before being executed? I’m not sure.

Mine would be a microwaved hot dog, an icy cold Coca-Cola in a green tinted glass and like sixty hits of LSD.

Holy crap! Look at that plate! What kind of disgusting customer orders eight fried egg sandwiches for lunch?

Me.