Cooking All Day

Hey Angry Chef! Wake up! We gotta start cooking!

W-What the hell’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?

Just drink your coffee. It’s half dark roast, half dark rum, just the way you like it!

Hmm.

Sip

SHOOT NOW, SHOOT LATER, NEVER ASK QUESTIONS!

So you salt the chicken skin to pull the moisture out. That way it will get crispy.

Whoa.

Gimme a cigarette!

Get your own, asshole!

Hop Hop

Hey Angry Chef, some guy outback has like twenty cases of steak for you.

Go give him that black bag, but don’t look in the bag.

Bite!

Then the guy scowls at me, so I punch him in the stomach and he doubles over like Montezuma’s revenge!

Ha Ha

DAMN IT ANASTASIA, SERVICE IN THE WINDOW!

Ding!

DAMN IT ANASTASIA, SERVICE IN THE WINDOW!

Ding!

Here’s my idea for tomorrow’s lunch special: clubhouse grilled cheese with Gouda and Havarti.

Hmm… not bad, nutfuck.

IT’S SO OBVIOUS! I drink because I hate who I am.

Well I like you.