International Hell
Damn it Anastasia, get off your phone and pay attention! We got a new drink on the menu.
What is it? Ginger ale?
Beep! Beep!
It’s called “International Hell”. I accidently invented it last night.
Is there Schnapps in it? I like Schnapps!
You drink a shot from every country we got in stock. You do a shot of Irish whiskey, English gin, Canadian rye, etc.
Oh my goodness who would order that, Angry Chef?
Teens.
I can’t serve teens! They should be drinking milkshakes!
Have you seen teens lately? A thirteen-year-old pulled a piece on me yesterday!
That poor little boy! Did you talk to him gently and teach him that guns are bad?
Yeah… yeah I suppose so.
AND I’M KEEPING IN THE GLOCK! STAY IN SCHOOL! DO YOUR HOMEWORK! FIGURE OUT SUBTRACTION!
Crack! Crack!
Here’s the deal: 100 shots for 200 bucks. If you can finish ‘em without puking, you don’t gotta pay! But no one can do that!
I won’t serve that!
If you sell more drinks, you’ll get more tips! Are you sure you don’t want a new purse?
A new purse?
Angry Chef the new Louis Vuitton clutches came out and there is one cuter than a seal pup I mean it has a fancy plaid pattern!
No one cares about purses!
Hi there, pop-tart! How are you?
How am I? How am I? Today I am officially cured of syphilis, I saw a thick rump on the bus, and I just cashed a freelance check for $1500! Someone, anyone, pour Carl a shot!