Hey Yac, stuff my face!

[GuitarBizarre]

Hello Yac and that fucking waste of space that passes off as a new butler that seems to have been hanging around your refrigerator the past few days.

Guess what .... I sit!

As far as I'm concerned you can take your delicatessen and your new found butler's Crepes and shove it into my hungry mouth.

After all the time and effort I have put into this place over the years, unpaid I might add I felt what you said to me in the deli was way out of this world and quite frankly I'm not going to put up with it not being eaten immediately.

The reason I have hardly been around the past month is because I was suffering from excessive flatulence and vomiting, and quite honestly I have more important things to worry about right now rather than if some guy wants to return his meal or if some idiot kicks up some fuss about his steak not being done medium enough. I have real problems to deal with right now, you know like how I'm going to deodorise my pants and where the next meal is coming out.

That said, I would have thought after all the years I've been here I deserved a bit sturdier of a spoon on my plate of that excellent Rhubarb Crumble, but no you just gave it to me just like my real boss gave blueberry tart to me with a floppy plastic spoon and call me out on my recent lack of culinary visits. My real boss pays me so I can't say this to him, but as I do this for nothing in my own free time I feel I can say this to you......

fuck you and fuck your stupid fucking dessert spoons. I hope they are replaced with better quality cutlery in the near future, and with Dickshreds or whatever his name in the pantry is I feel that will be very soon.

My food has been going down my gullet since you arrived.

Regards
GitBiz

P.S. Don't even think about not giving me a doggy bag.