Finally, Snarf and I are on the same page on the veal-chicken matter. I can only pray that sweetmarlene and her devilish veal conspiracy will not last another day and that her tyrannical reign of not giving me the right order of chicken will end, and end now.
She thinks that I'm not on to her, but I am, and I see her what she truly is: a soulless, heartless, evil despot bitchqueen intent on ridding the world of chicken orders and replacing them with veal orders so that honest, hardworking people like myself will have nothing to strive for when we get up in the morning and think about what we're going to get that night for dinner at the chickenhut.
