Now that Astrid has taken the liberty of removing the ravioli from the menu, Tuffnut has been tasked with informing his sister of the news.

"Okay… okay I'll tell her…" Tuffnut scoffed as he walked into the kitchen and called "alright, sis! 86 the ravioli, okay? No more ravioli!"

"Yep, okey dokey! No more ravioli!" Ruffnut said in a sweet yet sarcastic tone. "Hey, here's a bright idea! Let's 86 everything on this menu, huh? Yeah! No more cooked food, everybody can eat cakes tonight! Let them eat cake! Ha ha!"

"Calm down, Ruff…" Cami muttered under her breath, this time loud enough for an agitated Ruffnut to hear her.

"Zip it, Luna Lovegood!" she spat aggressively, though Cami took no notice and rolled her eyes as she continued cutting. "Any bitch can cut salad pieces for me, so I suggest you shut the fuck up if you wanna keep your fucking job!"

Astrid, having heard this from the kitchen doorway, sighed loudly and emptied the bowl of ravioli into the bin as she put her hand to her forehead. Oh, why did I not listen to Hiccup? she thought to herself. Why, oh why, oh why…?

"Cami! This hot dog's for Table 13!" Ruffnut suddenly shouted as she placed the plate between Cami's cutting table and the service shelf where Heather was, unintentionally allowing Astrid to see it for herself.

"Oh, great Odin's ghost, what's that piece of shit supposed to be?!" she suddenly snapped. Cami, after taking a brief moment to recover from the shock of Astrid's entrance, looked at it herself, before saying "uh… it's a hot dog…"

"Holy fuck… look at this!" Astrid held up the soggy, thick sausage in the middle of the soggy, flat bun. "It looks like a Gronckle's dick! How could anyone find that appealing?!"

"Don't listen to her, Cami. Just block her out!" Ruffnut suddenly called from another part of the kitchen, prompting both Astrid and Cami to roll their eyes in simultaneous annoyance.

20:46pm

The customers were finally starting to finish the food they had ordered, though Astrid didn't need words to see that barely any of them were satisfied or even pleased with what they had been given.

She noticed Heather walking over to the middle-aged man with black hair and stubble on Table 13, pointing to the half-finished hot dog as she said "would you like me to take this?"

"Ah. Thank you, lass. That'd be much appreciated." The man said. "Oh, and I thought you deserved this, for your trouble."

"Oh, thank you so much." Heather said warmly as the man passed her a 10 Dollar bill. She sighed sadly as she walked away with it, though, bringing it back to the counter and placing it in the main desk.

Astrid groaned to herself. Don't do this, Astrid… not yet… her mind begged her body anxiously. It's pleas were all for nought, however, when she saw Tuffnut walk to the desk and look at the money himself, a smug, stupid grin on his face.

"That's it!" she snapped suddenly as she stormed over to the counter, both Tuffnut and Heather going wide-eyed as she came over. She didn't look at them, instead calling over to the man on Table 13.

"Excuse me! Sir! Hello! Table 13!"

"Aye?"

"Hi, what's your name, sir?"

"Uh… Spitelout Jorgenson?"

"Great… well, Mr Jorgenson… you know the 10 Dollar tip you just gave the nice waitress over here?" Astrid said as she pointed behind herself to Heather. Spitelout nodded, before Astrid pointed to Tuffnut and said "yeah, well… the owner, over here, takes that tip! She's not gonna get a penny of it!"

"Gods… that's fucking disgusting…" Spitelout sneered at Tuffnut, who was growing slightly anxious as he reached for Astrid's arm and said "Chef, what are you doi…"

"Don't fuck with me anymore!" Astrid suddenly spat as she turned to him, pointing her finger right in his face. "Don't… fuck… with… me… got it?!"

"Okay…"

"If I see you take one more dime out of Heather's hand for the rest of the evening, I am gonna kick you right in the fucking balls!"

The Kitchen

Ruffnut and Cami both heard the commotion outside, Ruffnut groaning as she said "great. Now my brother's getting yelled at for no reason, too… Gods, this was a bad idea…"

22:53pm

It was the last round of service for the night, with the last few customers being served their meals. Cami was now out in the dining area, helping Heather to serve the last few dishes, while Ruffnut was beginning to slow down in the kitchen. Astrid was standing in the doorway, twiddling a toothpick in her fingers, before Ruffnut placed a fish stew on the shelf and said "Cami!"

"Yep…" Cami walked over to her. "This is for table fiftee… I mean four… I mean, ugh… I mean 12."

"Pft… are you sure?" Cami said with an eyebrow raised. Ruffnut scoffed, trying to sound happy through her fury as she said "okay, thank you, Cami! You don't need to give me a fucking attitude like that! You don't have to work here, y'know!"

"Whatever…" Cami said as she took the food and brought it to Table 12. Ruffnut, being unnecessarily infuriated by this, said "hey, don't turn your back on me! Cami! CAMI! Hey, I could fire you without blinking an eye, you talentless slut!"

"Uh-oh…" Heather said quietly as she noticed Cami freeze in the centre of the dining area. Astrid also noticed this, looking down slightly to see Cami's fist clench as she turned to face Ruffnut with a scowl curled down her beaming red face.

"That… is… it…." Cami snarled through gritted teeth. Everyone watched as, while still holding the bowl of fish stew in her hand, Cami spun in a circle on the spot, letting the bowl fly at top speed in Ruffnut's direction.

SMASH! Ruffnut ducked as the bowl shattered just above her head, pieces of ivory and fish sliding sloppily down the wall. "I'm gonna FUCKING KILL YOU! RRRAAAGGGHHH!" Cami charged with great ferocity towards Ruffnut as Astrid took a step back to avoid getting in her way.

A part of Astrid wanted to actually see Cami attack her boss, but unfortunately Heather was just able to get behind Cami and hold her back in time.

"Cami! Cami, please! Don't do this, Cami! It's not worth it!" Heather begged her friend desperately.

"I DON'T CARE, HEATHER! SHE'S GONNA FUCKING DIE! SHE'S TREATED US BOTH LIKE SHIT FROM THE DAY WE MET HER! UGH!" Cami struggled to escape, her hair getting messier as burning tears fell down her face.

Eventually, Cami forced Heather off of her back, having calmed to a more tranquil anger as she tore her RBC apron off of herself, throwing it on the floor and saying "I fucking quit! GODS!"

Astrid and the twins were both wide-eyed as Cami headed for the door, only for Heather to follow her, saying "Cami! Cami, wait!"

"Don't try to stop me, Heather!" Cami snapped back as she opened the door to leave, Heather putting her hand on the door to keep it shut. Heather, who was running slightly out of breath, said "I… I'm… ugh… I'm not gonna stop you, Cami…"

Astrid grinned a bit as she watched Heather take off her own apron, threw on it the floor next to where Cami had discarded hers and putting her hand to Cami, saying "I'm quitting too… we stick together…"

"Always…" Cami smiled as she held Heather's hand tightly. Ruffnut scoffed at this, saying "oh, okay! Yeah, okay, sure thing… yeah, go ahead and quit, you fucking dykes! In fact, you don't have to quit, cause you're both FUCKING FIRED!"

Both Heather and Cami simultaneously stuck up their middle fingers as they walked out of the door together. The twins looked in fury as the customers applauded the girls as they left, getting even angrier when Cami came back in briefly, curtsying gracefully and blowing kisses to her adoring public.

"Thank you… thank you… you're all so kind… thank you…" Cami snarked, before leaving and slamming the door behind her. Ruffnut scoffed at this, turning to Astrid and saying "what did I need those two dumb fucks anyway? They always were fucking liabilities."

Astrid bit her bottom lip and clenched her own fists as Ruffnut said this with a smug grin on her dumb face, exhaling heavily before storming to the door as well. Tuffnut noticed this, calling to her "where are you going?"

"I'm done with you two for tonight! I gotta blow off some fucking steam!" Astrid snapped as she slammed the door and headed back to her hotel room for the night.

After a break, Chef Hofferson finally confronts the twins about their behaviour…