Meeting the Jokers

Part 4

The rest of the filming ran smoothly. Joe completed his tasks without fail- as always.

"Sal," Joe said through the microphone, "you made me spit at that man? So do you."

On Joe's previous turn Sal told him to spit at the man sitting eating his food Joe just made.

"Oh god," Sal complained. "Can't I just take a kids toy?" He gestured to a little boy inches from him.

"No. Hey listen... suck it!" Joe yelled.

Sal nervously shuffled towards one of the men ordering at the counter.

"Y-you'd like what?" Sal stuttered, repeatedly shoving nervous glances up at the camera. "Guys I can't do it," he mumbled quietly.

""Go on!" Q urged.

Sal took a long breather and spat immediately at the guys jumper. Sals face crumpled and he covered it with his giant hands, "you jerks."

He ran out from the cafe and back to where us four were huddled round the monitor.

"You think that's funny?" He raised his eyebrows at us. "Was that your idea?" He frowned at me.

"No..." I stuttered, suddenly ashamed of laughing, "it was Joe's."

"Dude, chill out," the last joker said.

"Murr you chill out," Sal huffed, "I'm fine."

Murr threw a 'just ignore him' face to my direction and faced the monitor again. "Sal you gotta get back out there."

"Yeah or people might get what they actually ordered," Joe laughed, high giving Q after he said it.

Sal stormed out and as soon as the cameras turned to him his posture changed and he was smiling again. So much for a fake persona while the cameras are around.

"Sal," Joe snatches the microphone from beside the TVs, "I just want you to actually make someone what they order."

Sals face looks shocked- but he carries on and goes behind the counter. "Hey how can I help you?"

"I'd like an ice cream and a milkshake please," the woman says in a thick Texas accent.

"Coming right up," Sal mumbles, staring intently at the cameras. He has no clue what to do.

His back was towards the woman so he could freely talk to us.

"So where do they keep the cones?" He asked.

"In a stack," Joe said.

He located the cones but the machine was a difficult contraption to conquer.

"I'll just... press all these things at once," and he did so, opening a large goo coming from the ice cream section. "That's not right, but oh well."

He put it into the cone with a messy flick at the end and began the smoothie.

"How do you make a smoothie?" He asked, picking up a see through plastic cup.

At least he got that right. I had made at least 200 smoothies, so it was hard not telling him what to do.

"Just put this ice cream into this cup... then add some water?"

He did so again. This slimey horrible mess was beside the 'ice cream' and was ready to go.

"She better enjoy this," he shakes his head, "even Olivia can't do better."