/Disgust's POV

Setting: White Castle, Santa Monica, California; 8:30pm

Ugh!...Sometimes, i wonder what it would be like, if i lived in Canada! All the crap that i'm going through right now, could have probably been avoided, if i had just moved to Canada...

Wait, scratch that...Canadians have the lowest form of fashion sense, i have ever seen. Also, i would practically starve with pride, knowing that i won't have eat their horrible food. I don't really care how many of you say that "Oh, Canada is the greatest country in the entire world! This means that i'm also better than everyone else! I can also see Russia from my house!" Whoever thinks of that, clearly doesn't know what they're talking about. With the abysmal experience that i had there, i can say that Canada is the worst place to go to on Planet Earth. It's a big, fat "F" on my book!

Oh, yeah...i guess i should introduce myself now. Whatever. My name is Disgust, and believe it or not, i work as a health inspector. Not a fashion designer or designer chef...just a health inspector. Yeah...uhh...i'm low right now. Realistically, i'm not, but i certainly feel low as a mangy mole rat. Although, i'm pretty knowledgeable about what's gross and what's not, i would never consider doing something, as grime-inducing, as being a health inspector, for the rest of my life. I'd rather drink a glass of Clorox bleach, then do that.

But...it doesn't take a genius to see that i'm forced to work as one. Who is forcing me? My boss of course. Who is enabling her to force me? My other co-worker of course. Who is suffering a slow painful death, because of them? Yours truly. But, can you blame me? I have a 24-year old tomboy of a Scottish princess, who clearly doesn't care about her appearance, and an over ten-thousand year old intergalactic witch, who acts like she has authority over me, but clearly doesn't! I also find it annoying that Merida notices this, and doesn't do a thing about it, whatsoever. I swear her and Rita are so overbearingly stubborn, it makes me wanna throw up, the People's vomit! Yeah...Merida MacDonald and Rita freaking Repulsa...also known as, the banes of my existence! No one cared who i was, till i worked with them, in the flawed food industry.

Today, especially, secures the idea in my mind, that Merida and Rita are the worst people to ever work with, period. Let me explain why, as this whole thing goes down a dirty sewer.

I normally don't go to Santa Monica, California. Why? Because i'm busy working with my version of Cinderella's Evil Stepsisters. Our company sent us to Santa Monica for the weekend in order to inspect this really bland and washed up White Castle joint, near the edge of the city. Why? Don't ask me. Seriously...The reason is probably stupider than dressing up as a Tiffany and Co lamp for Halloween. The only reason i didn't call off on the job was because they offered me a huge bonus...and i really wanted to go to Santa Monica.

Now, i'm starting to regret coming here in the first place. All we needed to do was to inspect the damn place...uhhh...we didn't even accomplish that! We were about 45% done with the inspection, then all of the sudden, Rita Repulsive decided to start, what would later become the day i regret my life, period. Did she start this evergrowing fire? Yes...and the fire rises.

We decided to take a breather, and talk to the crew members, who were in the kitchen at the time, in a casual matter. Although, Merida and I, were ultra-strict when it comes to this type of work, we were still reasonable and fair, unlike our fellow ancient space witch. Rita decides to act spontaneous, and tries to tell one of the new employee, how to do their jobs.

"Hey, nitwit!" Rita says to one of the workers, in an attempt to pose as a cheesy villian. Did i mention that her voice sounds like dying birds in a runway? I mean, the sound of it, make me sick to my stomach. Even if i imagine it, i'll start to gag in my mouth, because it make me feel so rotten on the inside, like steamed broccoli. Ugh! It just sounds so nasely and raspy and cringy...it literally gives me depression. Then again, what do you expect from a washed up hag, like herself? Simple...Depression!

Anways, Rita starts going at it at this random coworker, just to feed her pride, and Merida and I had enough. Merida and i were forced to yell to the top, because Rita Recession, was whining like a hissy cat lady.

"RITA!" We both yell like stressed lionesses. Rita finally ended the crybaby session for the time being, and cocks her head towards us. We were very pissed off.

"What?!" Rita retorts, still sounding like Alvin and the Chipmunks. "This brat doesn't know how to properly serve the customers! This is a restaurant for pete's sake, not a moblie home!"

"Ur ye insane?!" said Merida, in a very fierce tone. "Thes is a fest scran restaurant. They dornt hae tae serve th' customers themselves, if they dornt hae tae. Dornt harass 'at wee bloke coz ay yer nasely attitude!"

"I don't have a nasely attitude!" Rita retorts, nasely. "You don't know what your talking about, Miss McNuggets!" And just like...the one day i actually tolerated working as a health inspector...was squeezed to death before my very eyes, like a coiled snake.

"Yoo're startin' tae test mah patience, Rita!" said the ever annoyed Merida. "Fur th' lest time! Jist cos aam a MacDonald, doesnae pure techt Ah wark at McDonalds. That's a wee racist, dornt ye hink?!"

"Ha! You make me laugh! You couldn't even stomach a sardine sandwich, you half-wit ginger!"

Now, this...is where Merida begins to lose her temper.

"Wit was 'at?!" Merida says as she raises her voice even further. "Hoo daur ye disrespect me, loch 'at?! Yoo're pure askin' fur it, noo!"

I, for one, have had it ! I'm literally about to barf over how much depression this is giving me! If i don't stop this now, i might give into it. I inhaled as much as i could, focused, and yelled: "SHUT UP!" They were caught off-guard by me shouting at them, but i don't care. They're going to listen to me for once and i don't care what happens afterwards.

"Disgust?" Merida says to me, in a surprised tone. I gave her a quick glance and immediately shifted to Rita Repulsion afterwards.

"Seriously?" I said, in the most harshest of tones. I'll tell you right now, i'm straight up done with this fiasco. I'm about to go off on her, like green on broccoli! "It's clear that your tiny little walnut, that you call a brain, can't comprehend the fact that you are old hag, who sounds like a tipsy Fran Drescher having a baby. Of course, that's true! Except, that you're too stupid to realize that, let alone your screw-ups. Do you acknowledge that? Well, duh! Of course not! So i have no choice, but to dumb it down to your level, and simply say this: You...SUCK!"

Rita was clenching her fist in anger of what i was saying to her. Clearly, she can't handle the truth! How could she anyway? She's a stupid witch! She's lucky we were at a public place, or i would have been sooo much harsher! But, the fact that i'm making her pissy, puts a smile on my face, and gives me satisfaction. Things were getting a little better, in my book. Unfortunately, the feeling went away. Why? Because she decided to "serve" the next people that were waiting for their food.

"Aaugh! Ah cannae stain 'er, sometimes!" Merida says. Finally, a thing we can actually agree on. Although, with me, i just can't stand her, period. We both went to the look through one of the windows of the kitchen, leading to a clear view of the dining room. Much to my surprise, I found two of my good friends, who are surpisingly having lunch together: My roommate, Shadow the Hedgehog, who's going through a breakup right now, and Joy, who deliberately wore one of my dresses, to a date with her fiancee, Daffy Duck, without my permission. And she wonders why i'm mad at her...

All of the sudden, a group of four blow up the entrance to the store, for like, no reason, and speed through the newly blasted hole, they have created. Who were they? Well, it was Sonic, Daffy, and the two skanks that they room with on the weekends, like this one. When i looked towards them, they looked very angry. You know what the best part about that was? They all wanted to beat the living vomit out of Rita Renob. That made me so happy!

I turned my head to the right, assuming that Merida was right next to me, as she was before...ummm...she disappeared. She, like, never does that so suddenly. Except, she does, when she sees an oppertunity to settle something. Next thing i know...

"VRRRRSSSSSHHHHH!"

Something rockets out of the serving window, nearly hitting me altogether. Then i took a closer look. At first, i thought it was Tony Stark, with his Iron Man suit, appearing out of nowhere. Then i see the "robot" carrying Merida's bow and arrow...and...you guessed it. It was Merida, wearing a female "Iron Woman " suit. Suddenly, she charges through one of the glass windows, and flew out of there quickly...taking Shadow with him. That caught me off guard. What beef can Merida possibly have with Shadow. I swear, no one tells me stuff anymore. Classic gossip is now dead to me.

Joy was taken off guard too, along with the rest of the humble crew, involving the angel skanks. Then all of the sudden, Rita Regurgitation decides to have a conniption, and violently transform into her true form...with every offense i can give towards her, her outfit looks like schizophrenic space vomit. Just...Eww! But, now it has finally arrived...the day i regret life as a whole. I actually have to fight. Now, i'm going to mess up this very expensive, cashmere dress, due to me putting Rita Ragdoll in her place.

For once, though, i don't mind. As long as i beat her ass, nothing will make me happier at this point. And, just in case, i'm in a pinch...i have a trump card. And that trump card, will be the end of Rita Ridicule. Although, one thing does concern me...Merida and Shadow are about to go at it...and from the vibe of hostility i got from Merida towards my roomie, it doesn't look like it will be pretty. But, i shouldn't be concerned. Shadow is the ultimate life form. Merida's just an impulsive Scotswoman with a bow and arrow...and an Iron Woman Suit. He can take her, easily...he's dealt with much worse anyway.