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!