“Chop the onions, peel the potatoes, and brown the meat.”
“Are you sure this is meat?”
“Just do as you’re told.”
“Yes, sir. Brown meat from green, coming right up.”
The kitchen was a nightmare. Why had he ever given up the glamour of being a busboy?
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