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fandomtownies2013-08-30 01:38 pm
lovemykilt) wrote in fandomtownies2013-08-30 01:38 pm
Luke's, Friday
"Right." Priestly leaned against the door jam of the kitchen at where his kitchen staff was currently marching in a circle, waving signs reading "strike". "What are your demands?"
The staff paused. The busboy and the dishwasher exchanged looks, then turned expectantly to the cook.
". . . Demands?" said the cook.
"The purpose of a labor strike is generally to improve working conditions or compensation," Priestly said. "So what are your demands? Do we need larger parkas in the freezer? Better jalapeno-induced catastrophic failure insurance coverage? A dental plan?"
The staff stared at him a moment longer, then moved to huddle together, their signs banging into each other as they seemed to just mumble the word "mutter" repeatedly for a few minutes. Every now and then, one of them would straighten and stare at Priestly all over again.
Finally, they broke apart, the busboy and the dishwasher flanking the cook. "Okay," said the cook. "We have our demands."
That would be how Priestly ended up spending his afternoon trying to work out where in the multiverse one could order a gross of tiny robotic polar bears with even tinier bottles of coke.
Hey, at least they were creative.
Today's specials
Corn dogs
Sweet potato fries
Deep fried cookies
Luke's was open.
The staff paused. The busboy and the dishwasher exchanged looks, then turned expectantly to the cook.
". . . Demands?" said the cook.
"The purpose of a labor strike is generally to improve working conditions or compensation," Priestly said. "So what are your demands? Do we need larger parkas in the freezer? Better jalapeno-induced catastrophic failure insurance coverage? A dental plan?"
The staff stared at him a moment longer, then moved to huddle together, their signs banging into each other as they seemed to just mumble the word "mutter" repeatedly for a few minutes. Every now and then, one of them would straighten and stare at Priestly all over again.
Finally, they broke apart, the busboy and the dishwasher flanking the cook. "Okay," said the cook. "We have our demands."
That would be how Priestly ended up spending his afternoon trying to work out where in the multiverse one could order a gross of tiny robotic polar bears with even tinier bottles of coke.
Hey, at least they were creative.
Corn dogs
Sweet potato fries
Deep fried cookies
Luke's was open.
Mod your service
Talk to Priestly
OOC
And he will have no idea how to handle it.