I have no idea how I got away with this. The Lerd was on my side. My nephew Chefington , now Line Cookington was hospitalized. That asshole Executive Chef, threw a pot of boiling water in his face. Then took a metal pot and scooped out hot fryer oil and tossed on him. Fer' the orders were a pilin' up and he wanted the line movin faster. Fuck with my kin, I do you in.
I grabbed my 12 gauge auto loader, stole a scooter from Kroger. Went to the other end of the plaza , rolled into the establishment. Right past goofy foody onlookers. Into the kitchen. God Damned sissy chef bastard was back there yelling at some young girl server. She was in tears.
I said c'mon you overrated useless profession piece of shit. He screamed "How Dare you speak that way, I am Blacktar Der Meinlein. Famous Chef" I said fuck you sissy, And pumped one in his gut, the pellets got stuck barely penetrating his coat. Which was solid with grease and sweat, for he had not showered or changed clothes. Since they last sobered him up for his tv demo cooking 4 months back. So I aimed fer his head. Blowing it clean off. End of him.
Then I went and blew all the cooks off the line, head shots mind you. Those uniforms are solid from months of wear. And not bathing.
Then as I headed toward the rear exit, I saw the dish washer boy, having his way with a raw turkey. I blasted his head clean off. Talk about stuffing a bird I tell ya.
As I rolled out the back der, into an alley the general manager was smoking meth, so I blew his head off and rolled on back to my truck. The end. None of these bastards as is customary in restaurants had friends or family out of the place that cared. So I got away clean :)
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