Post by thegreatone on Aug 15, 2009 16:14:02 GMT -6
Early Saturday morning a gentleman walks in to the House of Bacon wearing a 3 piece suit, the camera is following him from behind as he walks up to the counter...
Employee- Welcome to the house of bacon, how may I help you?
Gentleman- Ya, you can help me... you can start by grabbing that Chris Farley look-a-like that owns this place, and tell him to come out here because there's someone who would like to speak to him.
Employee- Sir, do you have a complaint?! Because all complaints are usually directed through our manag- (the employee gets cut off)
Gentleman- I don't want some minimum wage earning, name tag wearing, burger flipping, pimple faced punk helping me with anything... I want Mr. Dunpork out here, right now, or you're gunna have something to complain about!
Employee- I don't think Mr. Dunpork is in right now, he usually doesn't get (again he gets cut off)
Gentleman- You don't think he's in right now?! Well how about you go and check... he's got an office here right (the employee nods yes) and last I heard, he lived in that little shed out back... so if he's not "in" right now, why don't you hustle out back and wake his lazy ass up... and tell him he's got company!
Employee- Sir, i'm going to have to ask you to calm down, or else i'll have to call the cops and have you removed from the premises.
Gentleman- Do the cops actually come here, to a place where you kill and fry up so many of their friends everday?!? (the employee gives a confused look) You know pigs, bacon.. (the employee still looks confused)... you know what... nevermind... how bout you actually take a look for Mr. Dunpork before I leave you without any working fingers to actually call the cops with.
Employee- Sir, for the last time (for a third time, the employee gets cut off... this time the gentleman grabs him by the collar and starts to lift him up over the counter... just as George Dunpork, with a group of friedns, walks in to his restaurant)
Dunpork- Whoa guys! I thought we got rid of that rat problem months ago, yet here I am staring at the biggest one of all! Lloyd Banks... (Banks whips his head around dropping the employee)
Banks - Just the man I wanted to see! I figured you'd be here nice and early clogging your arteries, getting ready for another heart attack!
Dunpork - And I figured you'd crawled back into the hole you came from and decided to do us all a favor and stay there.
Banks - Ah, you should be so lucky huh?! Well actually... I'm looking for a job...
Employee- Welcome to the house of bacon, how may I help you?
Gentleman- Ya, you can help me... you can start by grabbing that Chris Farley look-a-like that owns this place, and tell him to come out here because there's someone who would like to speak to him.
Employee- Sir, do you have a complaint?! Because all complaints are usually directed through our manag- (the employee gets cut off)
Gentleman- I don't want some minimum wage earning, name tag wearing, burger flipping, pimple faced punk helping me with anything... I want Mr. Dunpork out here, right now, or you're gunna have something to complain about!
Employee- I don't think Mr. Dunpork is in right now, he usually doesn't get (again he gets cut off)
Gentleman- You don't think he's in right now?! Well how about you go and check... he's got an office here right (the employee nods yes) and last I heard, he lived in that little shed out back... so if he's not "in" right now, why don't you hustle out back and wake his lazy ass up... and tell him he's got company!
Employee- Sir, i'm going to have to ask you to calm down, or else i'll have to call the cops and have you removed from the premises.
Gentleman- Do the cops actually come here, to a place where you kill and fry up so many of their friends everday?!? (the employee gives a confused look) You know pigs, bacon.. (the employee still looks confused)... you know what... nevermind... how bout you actually take a look for Mr. Dunpork before I leave you without any working fingers to actually call the cops with.
Employee- Sir, for the last time (for a third time, the employee gets cut off... this time the gentleman grabs him by the collar and starts to lift him up over the counter... just as George Dunpork, with a group of friedns, walks in to his restaurant)
Dunpork- Whoa guys! I thought we got rid of that rat problem months ago, yet here I am staring at the biggest one of all! Lloyd Banks... (Banks whips his head around dropping the employee)
Banks - Just the man I wanted to see! I figured you'd be here nice and early clogging your arteries, getting ready for another heart attack!
Dunpork - And I figured you'd crawled back into the hole you came from and decided to do us all a favor and stay there.
Banks - Ah, you should be so lucky huh?! Well actually... I'm looking for a job...
