Angry Chef, I dropped the hot hamburger sandwich for table four. I need a new one.
Jesus, you’re a terrible waitress, Anastasia.
Can you make me a snack? My stomach is growling like a grouchy ol’ grandpa.
I’m not making you piss, you shit!
Pleaseee! Make me a grilled cheese and I’ll give you a kiss!
Like I want your mug coming at me like a monkfish!
Is there really a tunnel to the restaurant down here, Mallory?
Abacus built it for Angry Chef in case zee police… I mean, in case zere is an emergency.
I can’t believe there’s a secret passage through the old freezer!
I’ll be up shortly, I’ve got to clean all the cobwebs off this ladder.
I’ve gotta tell Carl what we did!
I’m going to sneak up on Angry Chef like zee ghost.
Angry Chef! I cut myself! I was trying to make a grilled cheese! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!
Put a lid on it! Stop crying!
Ooooooo it hurts.
Yeah, yeah. Shut up.
Oh I see.
Hey Carl! Abacus let me in the tunnels!
I can tell. You’ve got a spider web in your armpit, dude.
What the heck are spider webs made of anyway?
Spider jizz. That’s why spider’s got so many legs, cause they gotta whack it so much.
But what if spiders are girls?
Uh… girls can have dongs. But you usually don’t realize that until their jeans hit the floor.