Ask for breakfast.
From Create Your Own Story
You're starving - the smell of delicious breakfast meats and pastries is torturous! You ask them nicely for some food.
"There will be no food for YOU!" says the woman on the right in a high-pitched squeak.
"You're LATE," says the other in a low base growl.
How many packs a day does she smoke? Or does she get the gravel from subsisting off nothing but bourbon?
"Manuel!" squawks the squeaky one, clapping her hands in an impatient gesture. This is no small feat as she has to actually reach over the massive shelf of her bosom to get her hands together.
A very thin, exhausted, and greasy young man appears almost instantly at her side. His eyes dart nervously between the two of them and he wipes his hands repeatedly on his stained and greasy apron as he waits for their instructions.
"Train this one!" she squeaks.
He starts nodding emphatically.
"Dishwasher," comes the low base from the other.
Manuel grabs your arm and starts backing away from them, nodding and almost bowing. The two women turn and walk off with a myriad of tiny little steps. As soon as they've gone, he grabs you and pulls you along with him through a series of crowded, hot, strange and wondrous kitchens. He opens a tiny door and practically shoves you through. Standing before you is a group of kitchen workers in various states of tired collapse. A slight young woman in a ridiculously short and tight maid's uniform turns toward you.
