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Well, a lot of people here have complained about the selection of drinks, so It's better if you address this problem! Hopefully, Annette can provide you with the goods once again! Hell, you have money to cover the cost now, so it’s better for her! With Chio filling your post for a little bit, you make your way to the phone booth to make another key call.
Annette is overjoyed to hear your voice once again! Your request has her unprepared, but she says she’ll find a way to get everything you need and hangs up. She was so excited. You wonder if it’s normal for someone to cut off phone calls as quickly as she does? Maybe she knows phone booths are expensive and wants you to save money! What a great gal she is!
You run back to the Nautical Nariko to find everything running well still, except for one messy guest willing to cause a commotion.
“Hey, hey, hey. What in the cold hell is this place?” That’s the fat Manager of the lousy place, Dustin! He seems confused by your beautiful food fish-bovine mobile.
“I know this might be a rare sight for you but this is called a successful business.” Chio has snark to spare.
“And these are happy employees! Woah! What a concept!” Crossbill grabs your new right hand man by the neck and smiles! You need a left hand.
“Smartasses.” The manager is immediately displeased by the answers he’s receiving.
“You. Stop saying that.” You exclaim as you reclaim your spot behind the kitchen.
“You shut up, racoon face. I have a new concept for ya lot: Health Hazard. This whole thing is one minefield for a health inspector. Don’t make me call the authorities and get out.” The Manager is playing dirty. He gets booed by your patrons. “Don’t boo me, I’m right. When ye fall sick, don’t blame me.”
“Wrong. We meticulously cleaned every corner of this aesthetically pleasing looking food cart.” Chio did spend a lot of time making sure the cart was clean.
“That’s for the authorities to decide! I betcha don’t have a permit to run this place.” Fat Dustin is a man who never smiles.
“We do. Look.” Crossbill grabs a piece of paper clinging on the cart. It’s a permit to run the food cart! But it’s not under your name, and you can assure it isn’t on the older owner’s name either… “Anything to say now, Slimeball?”
“You illegally poached my employees as well. What’s up with that?” Dustin is trying to build a case by whatever means he has.
“Y-You fired me.” Crossbill is in awe at the stupidity of the Modern Flavor’s employee.
“I meant the fat kid.” He has no right to call anyone fat…
“I’m a strongman, sir.” Big Ben adjusts his glasses. You approve. You megane folks need to stick together.
“Don’t blame me, son. Yer built like a barrel, and the only thin’ inside you is tears.” Dustin doesn’t regret it one bit.
