45. romans go home.
Right. Now, let me make something perfectly fucking clear, ladies and gentlemen of all fucking persuasions.
If you haven't got either a) a MEDICAL REASON or b) A RELIGIOUS REASON for wanting either specific food and/or not what we're cooking (we'll include vegetarians in the first, because anyone who doesn't like bacon clearly has issues):
WE WON'T FUCKING COOK IT.
Simple as that, right? We're not your personal bloody cooks, we're not your damn slaves, and we have to cook for everyone, not just you. Good? Good.
Now, if some of you fuckers would like to make suggestions for stuff you would like to see on the menu? That's fucking fine. But it has to be something we'll all fucking eat, okay.
So, if you want to go find yourself a fucking calves brain or some fucking fish guts, then fine, go get, go cook for yourselves, I'll find you some fucking room. But I ain't cooking weird shit just for you because you're oh-so-special.
And we're done. Kitchen over and out.
p.s. if you want to come work down here, send me a fucking message.
If you haven't got either a) a MEDICAL REASON or b) A RELIGIOUS REASON for wanting either specific food and/or not what we're cooking (we'll include vegetarians in the first, because anyone who doesn't like bacon clearly has issues):
WE WON'T FUCKING COOK IT.
Simple as that, right? We're not your personal bloody cooks, we're not your damn slaves, and we have to cook for everyone, not just you. Good? Good.
Now, if some of you fuckers would like to make suggestions for stuff you would like to see on the menu? That's fucking fine. But it has to be something we'll all fucking eat, okay.
So, if you want to go find yourself a fucking calves brain or some fucking fish guts, then fine, go get, go cook for yourselves, I'll find you some fucking room. But I ain't cooking weird shit just for you because you're oh-so-special.
And we're done. Kitchen over and out.
p.s. if you want to come work down here, send me a fucking message.