Nov 01, 2010 20:52
Right, right.
I was James fucking Bond. James Bond and he wanted to assassinate the Admiral. His incompetence with distributing food aside - HOW FUCKING COOL WAS THAT?
Moving on.
[Warden filter]
Right. Some notes on staff:
We're doing just fine in the kitchen, but I can always find room for more people.
Yes, the Master is working in my kitchen and no, I ain't gonna change that, if you've got a problem with it. He's done nothing wrong bar eating as he works, and won't.
Thirdly, Parker? Is now on kitchen inventory. Just so you all know.
[Private to Laura]
You alright after that flood?
I reckon we need a chat, but if some shit happened, lemme know.
[Private to Parker]
A word? Well, a word and a drink?
james fucking bond,
majesty's motherfucking secret service,
kitchen fucking nightmares,
smoking swearing and shooting,
closet film geek,
swearing about cooking