43. Paddy runs a tight ship.

[christ_onabike]

Alright, down to fucking business. Just because I need to get this sorted in my fucking head

Comments

[possemagnet]

Pretty sure I'll do more than throw a fucking potato if someone tries any of that.

I'm on the lunch shift.

[christ_onabike]

No you fucking won't. Potatoes are the only valid form of missile in my fucking kitchen.

Grand.

[possemagnet]

It's called sarcasm.

Anyway, there ya go. I'm also able to pick up breakfast shift, if you'll let me. I wake up really friggin' early in the morning out of habit.

[christ_onabike]

I'm talking about potatoes being fucking missiles. Do you really think I was fucking sincere?

Nobody works more than a shift. Ain't happening.

[inhumandog]

I'm on lunch as well.

Interesting to see such a change from Rube.

[christ_onabike]

Great.

...I'm not that big a fucking change.

[inhumandog]

I didn't say big. I simply said it was a change.

[f_ckitybye]

But Celtic Woman is fine, yeah?

Dinner shift. As you fucking well know.

[christ_onabike]

OR ANY VARIATIONS THEREOF, you fucker.

As I damn well know indeed, you glorious fucking ghee master.

[christ_onabike]

You did not just say that.

[christ_onabike]

You leave Riverdance alone, for fuck's sake.

[major_west]

You already know my shift.

[christ_onabike]

Yeah, I got you.