"Order up!" Uddleglung splurted out to the kitchen staff.
"I got it, I got it! Quitcha yellin, bag." Bordlesngleh replied. He slopped back to the slime vats, scooped out three bowls worth, and slid them back to Uddleglung. She rolled her eyes at the crude face he made to her, then wriggled the bowls out to the customers.
When Uddleglung returned to check on the customers, they commented extensively on how exquisite the slime was, and asked to speak to the chef. Surprised, Uddleglung returned to the kitchen and told Bordlesngleh the customers wanted to speak with him.
"Leave me alone, bag!" he replied as he passed her on the way to the customers.
"Are you the creator of this fine meal?" they asked.
Bordelsngleh squinted his eyes and leered at them, "yeah. What's it to ya?"
"Well, we own the restaurant down the street, Glopple's, and are in need of a new chef. Have you any interest in filling the role?"
Bordlesngleh peered back at Uddleglung, then asked "You serve slime?"
"Nothing but!" they replied. "And hopefully soon, the best!" They added, eagerly trying to sway Bordlesngleh towards their offer.
The chef despised this place, and the bag of an owner was constantly annoying him. Taking this opportunity would let him finally get away from this place.
"Slop off! You mold cakes. Go make your own slime!" Bordlesngleh said and made his way back to the kitchen. If Uddleglung was annoying, these two mold cakes were slime-curdling.
"What did they say?" Uddleglung asked.
"Shut up, bag!" Borldesngleh replied, getting back to his work.
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