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"What's the matter with you? What were you thinking?!"

Rev flinched when he heard the cook's anger being hurled towards Michelle. After hearing about the encounter that she had with Duck and how she had treated a customer, the cook had taken her to the back of the kitchen and was scolding her about how she should have better customer service skills. From Rev's experience with her, he was aware that she didn't take lightly to rudeness and wanted to give a little payback. Rev didn't agree with that but it wasn't like she had killed the guy. He wished that he could go back there and try to smooth out the situation.

I-tried-to-stop-her-but-she-wouldn't-listen. That was the only defense that Rev had about this whole thing. He hoped that the cook wouldn't call him to the back of the restaurant. As he took the last set of dishes and placed them over to the booth, he overheard the cook muttering to himself.

"You can't find good help these days anymore. I would have been a lot better commanding a robot than you." Rev could just picture him twisting around and pointing angrily at Michelle. "Quit grinning like that. You just cost me a customer!"

"It's-not-like-your-sandwiches-were-good-anyway," Michelle said back to him. "I-think-I-did-him-a-favor-by-not-coming-back."

Rev's lower beak dropped when she said that. Was she asking for a spatula to be thrown at her head? She did sound very angry and it took a lot for Michelle to reach to that point. Perhaps she had tolerated a lot from everything in this place that she had finally reached her breaking point, which Rev thought was nonexistent in her.

"You better watch that beak of yours," the cook shot back at her insult.

"Or-what?" Michelle asked him, "what-are-you-going-to-do?-Fire-me?-You'll-barely-be-able-to-run-this-place-with-just-yourself-and-Rev."

"At least he does what he's told and doesn't have a mouth like you," the cook said. "I can find someone that's looking for a job in a minute rather than waste another second with you."

Sheesh! Rev thought when he heard that argument.

"Fine," Michelle said, "you-can-go-ahead-and-find-one.-I-quit," she said as she took off her apron and threw it on the floor. As she walked out of the kitchen, she heard the cook screaming 'good' behind her before going back to finishing the food. Michelle halted in her tracks when she noticed Rev standing in front of the bar table. "I-bet-you-heard-everything."

Rev felt embarrassed that she had caught him eavesdropping, but it was an unavoidable issue. "Yeah." He stood quiet for a second and looked at her. "Are-you-okay?"

Michelle shrugged her shoulders. "It's-something-I-never-want-to-be-faced-with-again." Deep down, she felt embarrassed that after spending six months in this place, she had thrown it all away just because a customer was rude to her. It would have been better if she had just shrugged it off and let it go rather than do a little payback. He-deserved-it-anyway she thought to herself, mostly to make herself feel better.

"Do-you-need-anything?" he asked her, "a-ride-for-home?"

"No," Michelle shook her head, "I-think-I'm-just-going-to-walk-there-and-figure-things-out-maybe-look-for-another-job-that's-not-in-the-restaurant-industry." She looked at Rev sincerely before saying, "I-had-six-more-months-to-get-through-six-more-and-it's-all-gone."

Should've-thought-of-that-before-you-sprayed-a-customer-with-soda Rev thought as he looked at her. "Don't-worry," he said, "there's-plenty-of-jobs-out-there-and-believe-me-I-will-be-leaving-this-job-soon-enough-too.-Just-don't-know-when."

"I-hope-so," Michelle said to him, "I-do-hope-that-we-can-meet-up-one-day-after-work-for-a-cup-of-coffee-whenever-you're-free."

Rev smiled sincerely at her offer. "Sure-thing," he said to her, "it-was-great-working-with-you."

"You-too-Rev," Michelle said. "Thank-you-for-everything.-Before-I-leave-here-is-a-little-present-for-the-cook." She placed a soda can on the bar table and mischievously smiled at Rev before walking past him and out the door.

Rev took a deep breath the moment the doors closed behind her. One thing that he knew was that there wasn't going to be any ongoing drama in the shack. He looked up when the cook came out with a brown paper bag filled with food.

The man looked exhausted after his debacle with the female roadrunner. He looked up and Rev and his face changed into a glare. "And where were you?" he asked him, "why didn't you stop her from losing a customer."

Rev hadn't expected this interrogation. "I-tried-to," he said in his defense, "but-I-just-didn't-get-to-her-in-time." That wasn't a complete lie. She had dodged his hand as he tried to grab the can from her. "She-didn't-mean-any-harm-by-it."

"It harmed me and my shack!" the cook said. With a sigh escaping his lips, he plopped her brown paper bag onto the bar table. "Got a delivery for you. You have ten minutes to get it there."

Rev looked down at the paper bag and immediately grabbed it, not wanting to waste a single second. He activated his blades and zipped out of the shack as quickly as possible, knowing the consequences that if he didn't deliver the meal within thirty minutes or less, he wasn't going to get paid nor tipped.

Once the roadrunner was gone, the cook looked over to his left and noticed the soda can that was left there. It should have been placed in stock but since he was the only person in the shack, it wouldn't hurt to take a sip. "I am parched," he said to himself as he wiped the sweat away with the back of his hand. Taking the soda can in his grip, the cook popped the can open and was sprayed in the face by the sweet and cold contents. His hand clenched into a fist and he gritted his teeth in anger and he yelled "MICHELLE!" If he ever saw her face around here again, she was going to pay for that.

Rev thought that he had heard the man's loud screams from where he was and he couldn't help but chuckle at that. Even though Michelle had her moments, the cook deserved that from the way that he had treated them.