Yes, another chapter. I will be slowing down, though. So, enjoy.

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"Knuckles. You need a job."

When Tikal said those words, Knuckles nearly had a heart attack. He rarely left Angel Island, and if so it was only to join Sonic on some dumb quest. He had pretty much everything he needed at the shrine. The only problem was the fact that lumber was scarce on the island. The trees there were too thin. He would be forced to cut down an entire forest just to build the roof. So, he went to get some wood. Apparently, he needed "money" to buy it. His tribe's old money was no use. He had nothing left except a job. But where could he get one? And what would it be? Knuckles thought these thoughts as he stirred a pot, adding in some rare spices that were only found on Angel Island. Tikal could sense his distress, and stated: "Why not be a chef?"

Knuckles thought about that. He DID love cooking, and he DID need a job…

"Okay rookie, you need to learn the works. So then, Jackie here will teach ya. And remember—Fryin' and Buyin'."

"Umm.. okay. So, your name is Jackie R. Oo? Can you teach me?"

"Okay. The first thing you do is look at the computer. See, this person wants a Big Mac. So, you press this button here… And a Big Mac comes out!"

"So, I don't DO any cooking, right?

"No."

~Minutes later~

"Boss?

"Er, yes, Jackie?"

"We need a new employee. And a new burger maker."

"Huhh…"

"I was looking to be a chef…"

"Okay, show me whatcha got."

Knuckles brought out a few spices, brought forth the steak, sprinkled the spices together, and put his signature on it. By punching it. The holes allowed it to be cooked quicker, and Knuckles filled the holes with the mixed spices.

The owner took a bite, and didn't even give Knuckles the job. He skipped that phase. He gave Knuckles his own cooking show.

"And we're back, with Knuckles, on Food from Angels! We just put our grape casserole into the oven, and now we're pouring the grape sauce on it! So, after that, we'll put twenty or thirty grapes in the juicer, mix that around, and now we have grape juice! 100% natural. See you guys next time!"

Knuckles was living the high life. Everything was going fine. Over a billion people had tried his grape casserole dish in the past week. He got 100 dollars every time someone ordered his dish. He had built a shrine for the shrine. He had bought a TV, radio, and a satellite dish. When he turned the radio on, he heard something he thought he never would.

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you important news! A parasite was found in grapes across the country. Too much consumption and you could become deaf or blind!"

Knuckles' jaw dropped.

~Days later~

Knuckles and Tikal sat in the shrine.

"Well, we lost nearly all the money paying for a cure. Darn."

"At least we have a shrine."

"BREAKING NEWS! CHINESE DRYWALL IS ONCE AGAIN MALFUNCTIONING!"

"Please tell me you didn't use Chinese drywall."

"Nah, I used wood. Remember?"

The roof tumbled down at that moment.

Knuckles pointed to something in the wood rubbage."What the $%^#$ are those?"

"Termites."

"AWW #$%!"

Well, more drabble-shots today! R&R, and submit a review for a request! I made a reference to someone. See if you can find out who!