Chapter 5 now, though I'm not sure what I'll use for material, since I hate
using ideas (that I know of) that have been done. Ah well, on with it!
GearWorld
Scene 1 Rodent Runaway *We open todays installment with Axl, sitting on a large cushion pushed back against a wall.*
Axl: I LAZE!
*... Right. Chipp climbs through the window, via fire escape.*
Chipp: Dude! You have to hide me!
Axl: Remind me why I care again?
Chipp: Because I'm your dealer?
Axl: Oh yeah, I remember.
Chipp: That's surprising considering how much you buy.
Axl: Huh huh, yeah. What are you running from anyway?
Chipp: Chipmunks.
Axl: . . . Uh
Chipp: I swear man, they're horrible, ravenous, evil-
*a Chipmunk leaps through the window and lands on Chipp's shoulder, acting in a suspiciously non-threatening way.*
Chipp: AGH! THEY FOUND ME! QUICK MAN! DO SOMETHING! *Chipp falls to the floor and goes into convulsions.
Axl: It looks like it's jsut sitting on your shoulder. . .
Chipp: THE PAIN!
*Axl gets up and taps the chipmunk on the head with the handle of one of his kamas, the rodent squeaks and bounds away.*
Chipp: MAN! You are like, SO SLICK! They way you dealt with that bitch, it was like 'POW POW BAAAAAAAAAAM!'
Axl: Are you stoned?
Chipp: Wha? *falls over.*
Scene 2 Chatspeak
*** barberh8r has entered the room.
p073mk1n: j0 milia
DeadManWalking: Hey MilliAGJKIKMKE: D
Holy1: You two are disgusting.
DeadManWalking: GRRRAAAAHHHHKLA lkh allel kfhlksh lkah kehkl wahlk.21.4.4 .4.1 41jk gk
***DeadManWalking has left the room.
WitchyBitch: Excuse me Mr. 23 year old virgin, but don't you have some evil to vanquish, or some self-righteous bullshit?
FreddyBBad: lol
barberh8r: dont take her shit ky.
p073mk1n: lol llo u gt tld
***PirateGrrrl has entered the room.
***LongJohnnySilver has entered the room.
PirateGrrrl: HEY ALL!!! ^_^! *glomps all!!*
LongJohnnySilver: Yo Ky.
Holy1: Look here wench, I'm tired of your evil ways. I'm going to carry out some Holy Orders on your ass!
PirateGrrrl: Ky! : O! That wasn't very nice! ^_^ Can't you all be happy? =D =D =D ~: (
***FreddyBBad has left the room.
***Holy1 has left the room.
p073mk1n: lololololololol
barberh8r: that was pointless.
PirateGrrrl: I can't believe her cheek. X( Johnny, you'll beat her up if she tries anything, right?
LongJohnnySilver: Sure whatever.
***FallenAngelDizzy has entered the room.
PirateGrrrl: OMG DIZZY! ^_^_^_^_^! *glomphugtacklesnuggle* How've you been?
FallenAngelDizzy: n_n; Good, I guess. Testament's been taking good care of me.
barberh8r: thats good i guess.
p073mk1n: omg u r scerwnig him, rnt u?
barberh8r: i tohught your keyboard broke again?
p073mk1n: i boght 2, jst in caes
PirateGrrrl: That's great! ^_^ I'm happy to hear that.
***QueenOfTheDead has joined the room.
*QueenOfTheDamned a skull appears, briefly, as a flash of light, a beacon announcing his presence. He phases into view in front of everyone, arms crossed.
QueenOfTheDamned: hello all
LongJohnnySilver: Speak of the Devil. . .
PirateGrrrl: TESTY! ^_^_^_^ What's up? *glomphuggle*
QueenOfTheDamned: please refrain from touching me, you sure are lively
FallenAngelDizzy: Hey Testament, coming to check up on me? XP
p073mk1n: lololol testacle is ghey
barberh8r: testie, where do you get your hair done?
PirateGrrrl: Of course I'm lively, I'm a happy girl. ^_^_^
QueenOfTheDamned: dizzy: yes, theres a lot of weird people out there. . . potemkin: you watch what you say you beefcake barberh8r: zio does it for me may: life only leads to death why be happy when you can sulk in blackness and misery like me
LongJohnnySilver: Man, you're creepy, you know that.
FallenAngelDizzy: You didn't ahve to check up on me Testament, these are my friends. XP
***MaullarMaullar has entered the room.
MaullarMaullar: Dizzy! Have I mentioned any time in the past 5 minutes just how much I wish to bang you? You are the star of my wet dreams. I idolize theg round you walk on. I even write fics about you getting violated in numerous ways. I have to go now, have more pictures of you to go load on my server.
***MaullarMaullar has left the room.
QueenOfTheDamned: i will kill him now
***QueenOfTheDamned has left the room
LongJohnnySilver: I'm going to go help, take care of the ship while I'm gone May.
***LongJohnnySilver has left the room.
FallenAngelDizzy: . . . What just happened?
barberh8r: i think you have a stalker.
p073mk1n: lololol u r ging 2 get raepd
PirateGrrrl: : ( I can't believe some people. XO What kind of sick freak goes around stalking Dizzy?
***spambot8239 has entered the room.
spambot8239: hey all dizzy lover! go to #dizzymolesters for some hot dizzy pix. talk to MaullarMaullar.
spambot8239: hey all dizzy lover! go to #dizzymolesters for some hot dizzy pix. talk to MaullarMaullar.
spambot8239: hey all dizzy lover! go to #dizzymolesters for some hot dizzy pix. talk to MaullarMaullar.
***spambot8239 has left the room.
barberh8r: those kind. . .
PirateGrrrl: XO I'm going to go give them a piece of my mind.
FallenAngelDizzy: I have to go, Necro and Undine don't think it's safe for me to be out in the open right now. =\
PirateGrrrl: Alright, bye Dizzy.
p073mk1n: dizzy ur gona b raped lolol
barberh8r: shut up potemkin, you moron.
***FallenAngelDizzy has left the room.
***PirateGrrrl has left the room.
p073mk1n: o ya u bicth brnig it on, lol u fagg
barberh8r: ugh. . . just die
***barberh8r has left the room.
p073mk1n: lolololol, tahts rihgt bithc run u skaerd cat
p073mk1n: o i tt ink i brk ke m ky b
p073mk1n:brd a ggan d dam m m
Scene 3 Short Order Kook
Jam: C'mon people, we have to get these orders out NOW!
Chef: I can't HANDLE THIS INSANE REQUESTS! How can you possibly agree to let someone order a club sandwich, chicken fried rice, hot wings, california rolls, minestrone AND egg foo yung. It's TOO DAMN MUCH for a small kitchen to handle, expecially when dangerously understaffed!
Jam: We are NOT understaffed, you lazy cretin!
Chef: CARDBOARD CUTOUTS OF EMERIL DO NOT MAKE A BUSY KITCHEN!
Jam: It add's to the atmosphere though.
Chef: I quit!
*Chef grabs his coat, throws down his hat and leaves out the back door, leaving everything on the burners.*
Jam: Oh. My. GOOOOODD!!
*Sol dives through the kitchen*
Sol: Idon'twantanythingtodowithhim!
*Sol exits through the kitchen back door, shortly afterwards there is a large crash of metal and sounds of glass breaking.*
Sol: Ow...
*Jam panics, turns off all the burners and walks out to the main dining area.*
Jam: H-hi, I'm sorry to say, that the chef just quit, and there is not enough staff to handle your orders. We can offer you a rain check for a free meal, once we fill the staff positions again. I am so sorry.
*The restaurant goe sinto an uproar as everyone starts complaining at once. Jam stands by the door, handing out the free meal vouchers as the people leave. After the store is empty, she heads to the phone and calls the paper company.*
Jam: I'd like to place an ad in the paper, cooking positions open at Flaming Kickers Chinese and International Cuisine. Yes. . . yes. . . FIFTY DOLLARS!? ARE YOU. . . I mean, alright, that's fine.
*Jam hangs up and sits down, dropping her head down onto the table she sat at with a bang.*
Jam: Ow. DAMN IT!
*The next day, Venom, Chipp, Axl, Bridget, May and Potemkin all pick up the paper, and see the ad. Needless to say, as a plot point, they all go for a job. I'll skip all the business parts and jump in right on the first day, when everyone has a job, since the shop is understaffed and all.*
Jam: Alright people, we run a busy shift here, Chipp, you will cook, Axl, you help him. Venom, you are the ingredient guy, you go get what Axl and Chipp ask for. Bridget, you're waitress-
Bridget: Waiter, you mean.
Jam: Oh. . . right. . . eww, anyway, waiter, May, you are the cashier, and Potemkin, you can be the doorman.
Potemkin: Can I draw?
Jam: Sure, as long as you pay attention to the door. Alright, everyone got it?
*Everyone stands in silence.*
Jam: GOT IT DAMN IT!?
All: Yes Ma'am!
Jam: Get to work!
*Later, a customer comes through, he stops and looks at Potemkin and visibly pales.*
Potemkin: Hello small sir, welcome to the Flaming Kickers. Do you have a reservation?
Customer: Uh, what the hell are you?
Potemkin: I'm the door man, got a reservation, sir?
Customer: Jesus you're huge, are you some kind of Gear?
*Potemkin scowls a bit.*
Potemkin: Sir, do you have a reservation or not?
Customer: God, you've got to be some kind of freak, I mean, you're huge.
*Potemkin is quite pissed at this point.*
Potemkin: Can I get your name, Sir?
Customer: My name? Timothy Fodder.
Potemkin: Well, Mr. Fodder, I have to say. . . MAGNUM OPERA!
*Potemkin reels back and slams the man through the wall, and the one after that, then some more after that as well. The noise draws Jam from slave driving in the back, and she sees the hole.*
Jam: POTEMKIN! WHAT THE HELL!
Potemkin: He was making fun of me, so I smashed him.
Jam: You probably just KILLED a POTENTIONAL CUSTOMER!
Potemkin: Meh.
*Potemkin sits down, shaking the store, and goes back to drawing.*
Jam: Damn it. *she storms into the back, alright peop-CHIPP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
*Chipp turns around, lowering his hand away from the pot, some flakes of some kind of dried plant falling from his fingers.*
Chipp: I'm, uh, adding. . . oregano, yeah.
Jam: To the house brownies?
Chipp: yeah, trust me, people'll LOVE them, they'll even get more.
Jam: Oh, really?
Chipp: Yeah, special recipe.
Axl: Yeah, they definately. . . bake well.
*Chipp and Axl both burst into hysterics, adding their 'oregano' to the brownie mix.*
Venom: Well, this is entertaining.
Jam: Why aren't you doing anything?
Venom: They haven't asked for anything yet.
Jam: Then, how'd they get the oregano?
Venom: They both had some in their pockets.
Jam: They carry oregano with them? That's odd.
Venom: Well, it's not that weird. When Zato was still alive I carried around a small tube of lubric-
Jam: EEWWWW! ENOUGH INFO!
*Jam turns and walks from the kitchen and walks to Bridget and May, chatting it up at the register.*
Jam: Having a good time?
May: Yeah, Bridget was just explaining a few things he can do with his yo- yo's.
Bridget: Yeah, maybe when this restaurant actually gets a customer, and some business, you can get a small stage built and I can be entertainment on the side.
Jam: Oh, good to see you're having such a good time, despite BEING ON DUTY AT WORK!
May: Ah! Don't yell, not like there's anyone here.
Jam: You'll see.
*As if on cue, the bell at the front went off as Anji walked in. He saw Potemkin and jumped back a bit.*
Anji: hey! Whoa, you. Look, sorry for what happened on Zepp, I was drunk, and it was dark, and I mistook you for a gear, beacause, I mean, you're huge.
*Potemkin closes his hand into a fist.*
Potemkin: Hello Anji, hey, I have something to say.
Anji: Yeah?
Potemkin: MAGNUM-
Anji: Uh!?
Jam: POTEMKIN!
Potemkin: OPER-AGH! Jam!? What are you doing?
Jam: No punching customers, it's bad for business.
Potemkin: Right, sorry.
Jam: Hello Anji, come on, I'll show you to a table.
Anji: Ok.
*As they walk away, Anji turns to Potemkin, sticking his tounge out at him. He then returns his attention to Jam's dangerously short skirt until he gets to his table.*
Jam: BRIDGET! CUSTOMER!
*Bridget skates up to the table and stops, taking Anji's order. He skates away to the kitchen and put down the order. The kitchen goes into activity.*
Jam: Alright, we have an order of a ham sandwich, a bowl of ramen, butterfly shrimp, french fries and a house brownie.
*Axl and Chipp burst out laughing suddenly, nearly falling over.*
Jam: What's so funny?
Chipp: Nothing, just an inside joke.
Axl: Yeah, it's a real. . . 'trip-out'.
*The two laugh at the horrible pun.*
Jam: Right. . . anyway, get to work.
Chipp: Right, hey, white hair, get us some potatoes and bread.
*Despite how I could make the food preparation an utter disaster, they actually prepare the meal well and quickly, if it can be believed. The order goes out and Anji eats happily, especially the brownie afterwards.*
Anji: I feel so good right now. This food really hits the spot, makes me feel so sleepy. . .
Jam: I'm sure the staff will enjoy your compliment, anyway, how will you be paying?
Anji: Look at my hand! It's moving by itself!
*Jam looks at his hand, which is doing nothing, then looks back at him.*
Jam: Uh, how will you be paying?
Anji: Pay? Oh, yeah, I got this. . . coupon thing here.
*Anji pulls out one of the free meal vouchers from the last business day.*
Jam: Figures. . . anyway, I'll just take this, but we won't accept another voucher from you until more are reissued.
Anji: Yeah, it's cool.
*Anji gets up slowly, and almost trips. He makes his way slowly to the door, and as he walks up, he suddenly notices Potemkin again.*
Anji: Whoa! A gear!
*Potemkin snaps.*
Potemkin: THAT'S IT! MAGNUM OPERA!
*Anji leaves out the same hole as Mr. Fodder.*
Jam: WHAT THE HELL!? POTEMKIN! HE MIGHT NEVER COME BACK NOW! And he was cute too.
Potemkin: Yeah, but he's gay.
*Jam takes a moment to collect her jaw from the floor.*
Jam: W-what?
Potemkin: He's fruiter than a procude section.
Jam: I can't believe it, he's so pretty!
Potemkin: They usually are.
*Jam dejectedly makes her way back to the counter, passing Anji's table, she spots a small piece of brownie left on the plate. She was curious as to how 'oregano' would spice up a brownie, so she took the bite sized piece and ate it. She noticed the odd taste right away and went to the kitchen.*
Jam: Chipp! Axl! What did you put in the brownies?
*Axl looks at Chipp, and Chipp at Axl, and Chipp turns around to Jam.*
Chipp: Just a little. . . 'magic ingredient'.
*Chipp smiled and pressed his thumb and forefinger together and put them to his pursed lips. Jam caught on immediately.*
Jam: YOU BASTARDS! YOU STONED A CUSTOMER!
*Chipp and Axl crack up and start moving away from their position at cooking, making for the door. Jam grabs a knife and throws it at Chipp, who is well out of the way before it even comes close as him and Axl run out the back door. Jam slumps to the floor.*
Jam: Damn it, this place is going under for sure.
Venom: Well, at least you can always try again with more capable staff.
Jam: Y'know, Anji just left out the front.
Venom: Really!? Oh my god, I have to catch up with him, talk to you later.
*Venom hurried out of the kitchen towards the front.*
Jam: Why does everything go wrong for me?
*Jam hears the door bell go off once as Venom leaves, anda gain as a customer comes in.*
Customer: Whoa, are you a gear?
Potemkin: MAGNUM OPERA!
End
After Hours:
Testament: Well, that was another pointless day at the psuedo-office.
p073mk1n: lolololol tseticle has aids
Bridget: Don't you ever get tired of that?
p073mk1n: u r a hot gurl
Bridget: I'll ignore that. . .
May: Why did I get stuck as the cashier?
Ky: Because you were obviously the most honest and respectable person for the job.
May: Thanks Ky!
Sol: I'd say it was because people enjoy looking at hot girls taking their money, so they cans tare at their chest while they're busy.
*Everyone looks at Sol.*
Sol: What? I ahve to do something t break the Sol x Ky pairings out there.
GearWorld
Scene 1 Rodent Runaway *We open todays installment with Axl, sitting on a large cushion pushed back against a wall.*
Axl: I LAZE!
*... Right. Chipp climbs through the window, via fire escape.*
Chipp: Dude! You have to hide me!
Axl: Remind me why I care again?
Chipp: Because I'm your dealer?
Axl: Oh yeah, I remember.
Chipp: That's surprising considering how much you buy.
Axl: Huh huh, yeah. What are you running from anyway?
Chipp: Chipmunks.
Axl: . . . Uh
Chipp: I swear man, they're horrible, ravenous, evil-
*a Chipmunk leaps through the window and lands on Chipp's shoulder, acting in a suspiciously non-threatening way.*
Chipp: AGH! THEY FOUND ME! QUICK MAN! DO SOMETHING! *Chipp falls to the floor and goes into convulsions.
Axl: It looks like it's jsut sitting on your shoulder. . .
Chipp: THE PAIN!
*Axl gets up and taps the chipmunk on the head with the handle of one of his kamas, the rodent squeaks and bounds away.*
Chipp: MAN! You are like, SO SLICK! They way you dealt with that bitch, it was like 'POW POW BAAAAAAAAAAM!'
Axl: Are you stoned?
Chipp: Wha? *falls over.*
Scene 2 Chatspeak
*** barberh8r has entered the room.
p073mk1n: j0 milia
DeadManWalking: Hey MilliAGJKIKMKE: D
Holy1: You two are disgusting.
DeadManWalking: GRRRAAAAHHHHKLA lkh allel kfhlksh lkah kehkl wahlk.21.4.4 .4.1 41jk gk
***DeadManWalking has left the room.
WitchyBitch: Excuse me Mr. 23 year old virgin, but don't you have some evil to vanquish, or some self-righteous bullshit?
FreddyBBad: lol
barberh8r: dont take her shit ky.
p073mk1n: lol llo u gt tld
***PirateGrrrl has entered the room.
***LongJohnnySilver has entered the room.
PirateGrrrl: HEY ALL!!! ^_^! *glomps all!!*
LongJohnnySilver: Yo Ky.
Holy1: Look here wench, I'm tired of your evil ways. I'm going to carry out some Holy Orders on your ass!
PirateGrrrl: Ky! : O! That wasn't very nice! ^_^ Can't you all be happy? =D =D =D ~: (
***FreddyBBad has left the room.
***Holy1 has left the room.
p073mk1n: lololololololol
barberh8r: that was pointless.
PirateGrrrl: I can't believe her cheek. X( Johnny, you'll beat her up if she tries anything, right?
LongJohnnySilver: Sure whatever.
***FallenAngelDizzy has entered the room.
PirateGrrrl: OMG DIZZY! ^_^_^_^_^! *glomphugtacklesnuggle* How've you been?
FallenAngelDizzy: n_n; Good, I guess. Testament's been taking good care of me.
barberh8r: thats good i guess.
p073mk1n: omg u r scerwnig him, rnt u?
barberh8r: i tohught your keyboard broke again?
p073mk1n: i boght 2, jst in caes
PirateGrrrl: That's great! ^_^ I'm happy to hear that.
***QueenOfTheDead has joined the room.
*QueenOfTheDamned a skull appears, briefly, as a flash of light, a beacon announcing his presence. He phases into view in front of everyone, arms crossed.
QueenOfTheDamned: hello all
LongJohnnySilver: Speak of the Devil. . .
PirateGrrrl: TESTY! ^_^_^_^ What's up? *glomphuggle*
QueenOfTheDamned: please refrain from touching me, you sure are lively
FallenAngelDizzy: Hey Testament, coming to check up on me? XP
p073mk1n: lololol testacle is ghey
barberh8r: testie, where do you get your hair done?
PirateGrrrl: Of course I'm lively, I'm a happy girl. ^_^_^
QueenOfTheDamned: dizzy: yes, theres a lot of weird people out there. . . potemkin: you watch what you say you beefcake barberh8r: zio does it for me may: life only leads to death why be happy when you can sulk in blackness and misery like me
LongJohnnySilver: Man, you're creepy, you know that.
FallenAngelDizzy: You didn't ahve to check up on me Testament, these are my friends. XP
***MaullarMaullar has entered the room.
MaullarMaullar: Dizzy! Have I mentioned any time in the past 5 minutes just how much I wish to bang you? You are the star of my wet dreams. I idolize theg round you walk on. I even write fics about you getting violated in numerous ways. I have to go now, have more pictures of you to go load on my server.
***MaullarMaullar has left the room.
QueenOfTheDamned: i will kill him now
***QueenOfTheDamned has left the room
LongJohnnySilver: I'm going to go help, take care of the ship while I'm gone May.
***LongJohnnySilver has left the room.
FallenAngelDizzy: . . . What just happened?
barberh8r: i think you have a stalker.
p073mk1n: lololol u r ging 2 get raepd
PirateGrrrl: : ( I can't believe some people. XO What kind of sick freak goes around stalking Dizzy?
***spambot8239 has entered the room.
spambot8239: hey all dizzy lover! go to #dizzymolesters for some hot dizzy pix. talk to MaullarMaullar.
spambot8239: hey all dizzy lover! go to #dizzymolesters for some hot dizzy pix. talk to MaullarMaullar.
spambot8239: hey all dizzy lover! go to #dizzymolesters for some hot dizzy pix. talk to MaullarMaullar.
***spambot8239 has left the room.
barberh8r: those kind. . .
PirateGrrrl: XO I'm going to go give them a piece of my mind.
FallenAngelDizzy: I have to go, Necro and Undine don't think it's safe for me to be out in the open right now. =\
PirateGrrrl: Alright, bye Dizzy.
p073mk1n: dizzy ur gona b raped lolol
barberh8r: shut up potemkin, you moron.
***FallenAngelDizzy has left the room.
***PirateGrrrl has left the room.
p073mk1n: o ya u bicth brnig it on, lol u fagg
barberh8r: ugh. . . just die
***barberh8r has left the room.
p073mk1n: lolololol, tahts rihgt bithc run u skaerd cat
p073mk1n: o i tt ink i brk ke m ky b
p073mk1n:brd a ggan d dam m m
Scene 3 Short Order Kook
Jam: C'mon people, we have to get these orders out NOW!
Chef: I can't HANDLE THIS INSANE REQUESTS! How can you possibly agree to let someone order a club sandwich, chicken fried rice, hot wings, california rolls, minestrone AND egg foo yung. It's TOO DAMN MUCH for a small kitchen to handle, expecially when dangerously understaffed!
Jam: We are NOT understaffed, you lazy cretin!
Chef: CARDBOARD CUTOUTS OF EMERIL DO NOT MAKE A BUSY KITCHEN!
Jam: It add's to the atmosphere though.
Chef: I quit!
*Chef grabs his coat, throws down his hat and leaves out the back door, leaving everything on the burners.*
Jam: Oh. My. GOOOOODD!!
*Sol dives through the kitchen*
Sol: Idon'twantanythingtodowithhim!
*Sol exits through the kitchen back door, shortly afterwards there is a large crash of metal and sounds of glass breaking.*
Sol: Ow...
*Jam panics, turns off all the burners and walks out to the main dining area.*
Jam: H-hi, I'm sorry to say, that the chef just quit, and there is not enough staff to handle your orders. We can offer you a rain check for a free meal, once we fill the staff positions again. I am so sorry.
*The restaurant goe sinto an uproar as everyone starts complaining at once. Jam stands by the door, handing out the free meal vouchers as the people leave. After the store is empty, she heads to the phone and calls the paper company.*
Jam: I'd like to place an ad in the paper, cooking positions open at Flaming Kickers Chinese and International Cuisine. Yes. . . yes. . . FIFTY DOLLARS!? ARE YOU. . . I mean, alright, that's fine.
*Jam hangs up and sits down, dropping her head down onto the table she sat at with a bang.*
Jam: Ow. DAMN IT!
*The next day, Venom, Chipp, Axl, Bridget, May and Potemkin all pick up the paper, and see the ad. Needless to say, as a plot point, they all go for a job. I'll skip all the business parts and jump in right on the first day, when everyone has a job, since the shop is understaffed and all.*
Jam: Alright people, we run a busy shift here, Chipp, you will cook, Axl, you help him. Venom, you are the ingredient guy, you go get what Axl and Chipp ask for. Bridget, you're waitress-
Bridget: Waiter, you mean.
Jam: Oh. . . right. . . eww, anyway, waiter, May, you are the cashier, and Potemkin, you can be the doorman.
Potemkin: Can I draw?
Jam: Sure, as long as you pay attention to the door. Alright, everyone got it?
*Everyone stands in silence.*
Jam: GOT IT DAMN IT!?
All: Yes Ma'am!
Jam: Get to work!
*Later, a customer comes through, he stops and looks at Potemkin and visibly pales.*
Potemkin: Hello small sir, welcome to the Flaming Kickers. Do you have a reservation?
Customer: Uh, what the hell are you?
Potemkin: I'm the door man, got a reservation, sir?
Customer: Jesus you're huge, are you some kind of Gear?
*Potemkin scowls a bit.*
Potemkin: Sir, do you have a reservation or not?
Customer: God, you've got to be some kind of freak, I mean, you're huge.
*Potemkin is quite pissed at this point.*
Potemkin: Can I get your name, Sir?
Customer: My name? Timothy Fodder.
Potemkin: Well, Mr. Fodder, I have to say. . . MAGNUM OPERA!
*Potemkin reels back and slams the man through the wall, and the one after that, then some more after that as well. The noise draws Jam from slave driving in the back, and she sees the hole.*
Jam: POTEMKIN! WHAT THE HELL!
Potemkin: He was making fun of me, so I smashed him.
Jam: You probably just KILLED a POTENTIONAL CUSTOMER!
Potemkin: Meh.
*Potemkin sits down, shaking the store, and goes back to drawing.*
Jam: Damn it. *she storms into the back, alright peop-CHIPP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
*Chipp turns around, lowering his hand away from the pot, some flakes of some kind of dried plant falling from his fingers.*
Chipp: I'm, uh, adding. . . oregano, yeah.
Jam: To the house brownies?
Chipp: yeah, trust me, people'll LOVE them, they'll even get more.
Jam: Oh, really?
Chipp: Yeah, special recipe.
Axl: Yeah, they definately. . . bake well.
*Chipp and Axl both burst into hysterics, adding their 'oregano' to the brownie mix.*
Venom: Well, this is entertaining.
Jam: Why aren't you doing anything?
Venom: They haven't asked for anything yet.
Jam: Then, how'd they get the oregano?
Venom: They both had some in their pockets.
Jam: They carry oregano with them? That's odd.
Venom: Well, it's not that weird. When Zato was still alive I carried around a small tube of lubric-
Jam: EEWWWW! ENOUGH INFO!
*Jam turns and walks from the kitchen and walks to Bridget and May, chatting it up at the register.*
Jam: Having a good time?
May: Yeah, Bridget was just explaining a few things he can do with his yo- yo's.
Bridget: Yeah, maybe when this restaurant actually gets a customer, and some business, you can get a small stage built and I can be entertainment on the side.
Jam: Oh, good to see you're having such a good time, despite BEING ON DUTY AT WORK!
May: Ah! Don't yell, not like there's anyone here.
Jam: You'll see.
*As if on cue, the bell at the front went off as Anji walked in. He saw Potemkin and jumped back a bit.*
Anji: hey! Whoa, you. Look, sorry for what happened on Zepp, I was drunk, and it was dark, and I mistook you for a gear, beacause, I mean, you're huge.
*Potemkin closes his hand into a fist.*
Potemkin: Hello Anji, hey, I have something to say.
Anji: Yeah?
Potemkin: MAGNUM-
Anji: Uh!?
Jam: POTEMKIN!
Potemkin: OPER-AGH! Jam!? What are you doing?
Jam: No punching customers, it's bad for business.
Potemkin: Right, sorry.
Jam: Hello Anji, come on, I'll show you to a table.
Anji: Ok.
*As they walk away, Anji turns to Potemkin, sticking his tounge out at him. He then returns his attention to Jam's dangerously short skirt until he gets to his table.*
Jam: BRIDGET! CUSTOMER!
*Bridget skates up to the table and stops, taking Anji's order. He skates away to the kitchen and put down the order. The kitchen goes into activity.*
Jam: Alright, we have an order of a ham sandwich, a bowl of ramen, butterfly shrimp, french fries and a house brownie.
*Axl and Chipp burst out laughing suddenly, nearly falling over.*
Jam: What's so funny?
Chipp: Nothing, just an inside joke.
Axl: Yeah, it's a real. . . 'trip-out'.
*The two laugh at the horrible pun.*
Jam: Right. . . anyway, get to work.
Chipp: Right, hey, white hair, get us some potatoes and bread.
*Despite how I could make the food preparation an utter disaster, they actually prepare the meal well and quickly, if it can be believed. The order goes out and Anji eats happily, especially the brownie afterwards.*
Anji: I feel so good right now. This food really hits the spot, makes me feel so sleepy. . .
Jam: I'm sure the staff will enjoy your compliment, anyway, how will you be paying?
Anji: Look at my hand! It's moving by itself!
*Jam looks at his hand, which is doing nothing, then looks back at him.*
Jam: Uh, how will you be paying?
Anji: Pay? Oh, yeah, I got this. . . coupon thing here.
*Anji pulls out one of the free meal vouchers from the last business day.*
Jam: Figures. . . anyway, I'll just take this, but we won't accept another voucher from you until more are reissued.
Anji: Yeah, it's cool.
*Anji gets up slowly, and almost trips. He makes his way slowly to the door, and as he walks up, he suddenly notices Potemkin again.*
Anji: Whoa! A gear!
*Potemkin snaps.*
Potemkin: THAT'S IT! MAGNUM OPERA!
*Anji leaves out the same hole as Mr. Fodder.*
Jam: WHAT THE HELL!? POTEMKIN! HE MIGHT NEVER COME BACK NOW! And he was cute too.
Potemkin: Yeah, but he's gay.
*Jam takes a moment to collect her jaw from the floor.*
Jam: W-what?
Potemkin: He's fruiter than a procude section.
Jam: I can't believe it, he's so pretty!
Potemkin: They usually are.
*Jam dejectedly makes her way back to the counter, passing Anji's table, she spots a small piece of brownie left on the plate. She was curious as to how 'oregano' would spice up a brownie, so she took the bite sized piece and ate it. She noticed the odd taste right away and went to the kitchen.*
Jam: Chipp! Axl! What did you put in the brownies?
*Axl looks at Chipp, and Chipp at Axl, and Chipp turns around to Jam.*
Chipp: Just a little. . . 'magic ingredient'.
*Chipp smiled and pressed his thumb and forefinger together and put them to his pursed lips. Jam caught on immediately.*
Jam: YOU BASTARDS! YOU STONED A CUSTOMER!
*Chipp and Axl crack up and start moving away from their position at cooking, making for the door. Jam grabs a knife and throws it at Chipp, who is well out of the way before it even comes close as him and Axl run out the back door. Jam slumps to the floor.*
Jam: Damn it, this place is going under for sure.
Venom: Well, at least you can always try again with more capable staff.
Jam: Y'know, Anji just left out the front.
Venom: Really!? Oh my god, I have to catch up with him, talk to you later.
*Venom hurried out of the kitchen towards the front.*
Jam: Why does everything go wrong for me?
*Jam hears the door bell go off once as Venom leaves, anda gain as a customer comes in.*
Customer: Whoa, are you a gear?
Potemkin: MAGNUM OPERA!
End
After Hours:
Testament: Well, that was another pointless day at the psuedo-office.
p073mk1n: lolololol tseticle has aids
Bridget: Don't you ever get tired of that?
p073mk1n: u r a hot gurl
Bridget: I'll ignore that. . .
May: Why did I get stuck as the cashier?
Ky: Because you were obviously the most honest and respectable person for the job.
May: Thanks Ky!
Sol: I'd say it was because people enjoy looking at hot girls taking their money, so they cans tare at their chest while they're busy.
*Everyone looks at Sol.*
Sol: What? I ahve to do something t break the Sol x Ky pairings out there.