"Can you make a steamed milk?" Tina squealed.

Patrick nodded and poured some milk into his mouth. He then squatted down in front of the machine and brought his face up so that the steam wand was inserted into his milky pie-hole.

He could feel his mouth starting to burn as the milk was heated. Some bubbling liquid escaped, running down his chin and onto his hairy chest, singeing several chest hairs. He fought the urge to swallow as the boiling milk was forced back into his throat. His tongue was so badly burned that he couldn't feel it anymore. He got a cup and spit the mixture of steamed milk, saliva, and blood into it, lidded it and handed it to the customer, steam still billowing from his bleeding mouth.

Barb's had recently changed their uniforms. Instead of black pants and a t-shirt, owner Ian had introduced something more appropriate, consisting of a sailor hat, a blue crop top, and matching skin-tight blue booty shorts with the Barb's logo on the ass. Needless to say, these new uniforms left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Such as Brendan's enormous moose knuckle as he walked up to Gini, who was changing in the pop room.

"Put on your rollerblades," he commanded in a low husky voice, taking off his hat and putting on his motorcycle helmet. Gini did as she was told. Brendan took her by the neck and slammed her against the lockers, pinning her arms above her head with one hand, the other pulling her leg up and over his shoulder. He stroked the wheels of the rollerblade and his member got so erect that it ripped through the thin material of the polyester shorts.

Gini growled and started giving him a rough foot job (blade job). Suddenly Brendan yanked the shoe off her foot, taking some of her toes with it, and started jacking himself off in it. His semen filled almost the entire skate. He was about to finger her when they called for someone on fish. "Gotta go," he said and ran out of the room.

"Can I get reg batter!" Yelled Brendan. However, Anna and Thomas didn't hear him because they were having vigorous sex in the bleach sink. Colleen did hear him but unfortunately she was stuck in the doorway of the walk-in, her trunk legs wedged firmly in the door frame.

10 minutes and 4 calls later, Brendan still didn't have reg batter. He ran to the back and ripped Thomas out of his sister by his hair and dragged him over to the flour containers, forcing the measuring cup into his hands.

"Fill it." He ordered and Thomas shakily obeyed, filling the pitcher with 1500ml of soda water. Brendan pulled a small pistol out of his ass crack and led Thomas to the dry batter bins at gunpoint.

"Mix. It."

"Okay," mumbled Thomas.

"What was that, boy?" Growled Brendan, digging the gun deeper into Thomas' back.

"Yes sir," Thomas said louder this time, his voice trembling.

"That's better."

Brendan watched Thomas mix the batter until it was thick and viscous, much like his own batter. Then he shoved Thomas' head into the bucket. Thomas made the mistake of breathing in and batter filled his lungs. He tried to cough but that just forced more batter down his trachea. He couldn't breathe anymore and his lungs were filled with fluid so he died a painful death.

The death of her brother was too much for Anna to bear and she drowned herself in the sink.
Meanwhile Maddie was on grill even though no one had ever said she could and no one was on hand-out so people weren't getting their food.

"Get the fuck off line, you're not a fucking cook you dumb cunt," yelled Josh and threw a pickle at her face. It stuck to her glasses and slowly slid down her face, leaving a trail of pickle juice. Maddie ignored him so he made quick work of snapping her arms and legs like twigs and throwing them onto the grill, sprinkling some cali veg over them for flavor. He inserted his girthy member into her limbless torso. When he was done, he tossed the rest of her body into the fryer. Dean grilled her limbs until they were crispy as fuck and looked like Ghandi's flip flop.

Josh's enormous balls were hanging out on either side of his booty shorts. The shorts came in "one size fits all" so he had no choice but to let his hairless gonads bounce from thigh to thigh like a fleshy pendulum.

Meanwhile, Khaelys really had to pee. On a scale from 1 to 10 it was a solid 9.9 and he had to cross his legs tightly to keep it from spilling out. Luckily Nath had installed a special fryer which he could pee into. He pulled his pecker out and released a thick stream of hot piss into the fryer. Then he dropped two baskets of fries in it. This was the gluten free fryer.

"Can you make some batter?" Screamed Nona at the top of her lungs, bursting everyone's fucking eardrums.

Khaelys went to mix the batter. But before he could insert the bucket between his muscularly thick thighs, Dean put his head in there. Khaelys squeezed so tight that his head exploded like a watermelon and the bloody chunks got mixed into the batter.

Jeremy bumped his head on the ceiling for the 22nd time that day and fucking lost it. He threw the fish he was holding at Nona, burning her whole face with hot fish oil. He swung his arms around wildly, knocking out Kate and Sydney in the process. He then proceeded to have a fucking meltdown and ripped the fryers out of the ground, splashing sizzling oil everywhere. Everyone's feet got burned to stumps, except for Nigel who had jumped into the steamer and closed the door on himself and now couldn't get out. Cliff set the timer to 6 minutes and Nigel slowly got steamed to death.

"These aren't mussels and clams?" Cliff was confused, but plated Nigel in a five pound with cali veg, garlic bread and butter. "Order up!" he yelled obnoxiously loud and proceeded to eat some cheesecake.