Hunger Management
YAY!
edit: Inside Out gave me so much feels.
STORY IS NOW!
It was a bit of a sluggish afterward, due to how awkward the ending was, it was literally a kiss on the cheek.
Bell and Mite were at their house, just standing there by the computer, waiting for a certain response out of sheer instinct.
"Okay! I'm here and were you waiting for me the entire time? Dexter popped from the screen.
"Yeah, hacked into your computer network to see you have my computer on the list of hackable stuff!" Mite told him.
"You really just hacked into the most protected network ever created just to see if your computer is on a list?" Dexter was impressed extremely.
"Yes, yes I did." Mite answered with a bit of smugness in his voice.
"I just got word from Fuse that he is stepping up the war, adding more troops, never thought hell could get any deeper." Dexter solemnly said.
"Don't say that! We won today! We'll be better by the next!" Bell said while putting her fist up in a signal for victory.
"Okay Bell. Don't be too pushy. Anyhow, how about dinner for our victory? This fancy restaurant had those expensive steaks, I'll pay for it all." Dexter offered them. Bell and Mite just looked at each other, smiling.
"Okay, dinner, what will you have?" Dexter asked Mite, looking at the menu. They were at the extremely stereotyped fancy restaurant, both boys wearing a tuxedo and unfortunately for them, Bell just wore a bluejacket and jeans.
"How was I supposed to know I had to dress fancy?!" She exclaimed in an almost sadistic matter.
"Well expensive does sound like a FANCY word . Now what do you wanna eat?" Mite asked her impatiently.
"I wanna have the giant ass steak." She told him.
"Okay, WAITER!" Dexter yelled for the worker.
"Yes, are you ready to order sir?" The waiter came up.
"Yes, I would like to order the caviar, the ribs and that hug ass steak." Dexter told the waiter and the waiter bowed down and left toward the kitchen.
The three witnessed the waiter and chef screaming at each other and throwing knives literally at their abdomens and then the yelling finally stopped and the two just nodded at each other. The waiter just came back and had a startled look on his face.
"I'm sorry sir(s), but we ran out of steak, the idiotic chef fed it to his buttcheeks." The waiter apologized and the two just looked at Bell's face to see that her face was unbelievable stuffed from anger.
"PLEASE, TELL ME YOU GOT STEAL, DID YOU CHECK!?" Mite asked frantically, grabbing the waiter by the collar.
"I'm sorry sir! We have none!" The waiter said.
"LET ME THROUGH THE KITCHEN!" Mite stomped through the restaurant just to get to the kitchen much to the waiter's protests.
"GIVE ME THE SPOON!" Mite charged through the kitchen and he was fighting through the chefs as Bell and Dexter watched with irking.
"Maybe I shouldn't order the steak..." Bell awkwardly smiled.
"You think?" Dexter looked behind to see Mite trying to cook while fending off the workers.
"WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME COOK?!" Mite screamed as he grabbed the spoons and began beating the chefs who had knives.
After an hour, the two saw Mite coming out of the kitchen, battered and beaten holding something that seemed to be a steak.
"NO!" The manager dashed out his office that all the customers watched as he pushed Mite to the ground.
"YOU WILL POISON THE CUSTOMERS!" Mite shoved the plate on the manager who tackled him and the manager had a bit of meat in his mouth.
"What the-?!" The manager immediately gobbled up the piece of meat, "THIS IS AMAZING!" The manager munched more on the steak as Mite just casually went over to Bell and placed the steak on the table as Bell grabbed a fork and munched away.
"SO YOU HAVE A JOB?!" The manager grabbed Mite by the shoulders.
"No?" Mite said hesitantly.
"YOU MUST WORK HERE! FULL TIME! NEXT WEEK!" The manager told Mite.
"Um...okay!" Mite instantly agreed out of pure fright.
"OKAY, EVERYONE BACK TO WORK!" The manager yelled and all workers retreated back to their posts.
"Okay, what just happened?" Dexter asked put of pure confusion to Mite.
SHORT CHAPTER! SORRY.
edit: no, really the feeks.
STAY TUNED.