I never liked cooking anyway. Hell, fish and bread and water was all he had in the old days. My boss is a dick, too. The cost of living's gone up too. I can hardly afford that seedy, vermin-infested apartment.
Lepers are nothing compared to that guy who sleeps on the steps.
We don't got all day. I'm frying as fast as I can. That fat-ass manager could use a good stoning. What a nice touch. Oh, yeah, and a calendar system based on My birthday, which by the way, they got wrong .