Summary: I was in bed after watching the latest Hell's Kitchen last night, and this popped into my head. Now, K-Grease was my favorite, and eve though he was a complete jerk, I liked hi due to his sheer stupidity. I wanted him to win, jut to see his reaction, but that won't be happening since he just got kicked off. I loved his parting words, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in here, and neither do I own the final sentence: "So /bleep/ it!" That belongs to our beloved K-Grease, and those were his final words on the show last night.

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"Yo, dude! I'm K-Grease, and I'm in da house to apply for dat chef job, yo!"

Beckett examined the man who had just entered. He raised an eyebrow at the big man's clothing.

"What on earth are you wearing?" Beckett demanded.

"It's rapper clothing, yo! 'Cause dat's how I roll!" K-Grease replied. He pointed to his backwards baseball cap.

"But your pants are about to fall off!" Beckett said in reply.

"Well, I don't care, yo! It's better than your frilly foo-foo wig, yo!" K-Grease retorted, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding.

"My wig is not a frilly foo-foo!" Beckett squawked, jumping up from his chair.

K-Grease's mouth went slack, and he finally replied, "Yo, that outfit is OLD-SCHOOL!"

Beckett's eyes widened. "How dare you call me old!"

Keith huffed. "Well, yo! Yoyoyodiggyyo!"

K-Grease walked over to Beckett and stomped on his toe.

Beckett howled in three very high octaves. He flapped his arms about and his face turned red.

"So, does K-Grease get the job, man?" Keith asked, shifting from foot to foot.

"No, you most certainly do not get the job, Mr. K-Grease!" Beckett sniffed.

K-Grease's mouth fell open, and he stormed over to Beckett. Snatching off Beckett's frilly foo-foo wig, he threw it on the ground and began to jump up and down on it.

"You /bleep bleep bleep bleepity bleep bleep! Yo! I don't even want your stupid /bleeper bleep bleep blonk/ job!"

He stomped on the wig one more time, then turned and walked to the door.

But before he left, he turned around and said one last thing to Beckett:

"You're a frilly foo-foo, yo. So /bleep/ it!"