Kim Chronicles

Chapter 1

Prologue

"Herro, my name is Tuong Lu Kim. I am the accomprished owner of Shitty Wok, the finest restaurant South Park has to offer. I serve many fine dishes rike the shitty chicken, the shitty shrimp, the shitty beef and the special shitty soup. I have a very helpful child rabor workforce who work for minimum wage child rabor pay. My restaurant going sooooo well, it the best Chinese restaurant in all o' the rands. That all changed very recently though, when those DAMN MONGORIANS CAME TO TOWN. This my story of how Shitty Wok encountered it's greatest rival."

Chapter 1 

Mr. Lu Kim stood in his usual spot behind the counter of City Wok. His slanted eyes were fixated on the front doors of the restaurant. He held his notebook at the ready and was wielding his pen proudly, ready to put it to use. He glanced up at the clock to check the time anxiously, and as he focused on it he read that the time was 12.30pm. He dawned a smile, revealing his buck teeth as it evolved into a wide grin. 

"Okay child rabor workforce!" Mr. Kim yells excitedly, clapping his hands together to gather the attention of his workers. Around the restaurant were a range of children aged eight to ten all working away. Three who were cleaning the tables out front turned after hearing Mr. Kim's call. Another group of around six children emerged from within the kitchen with dull expressions on their faces. 

"Rine up child rabor workforce!" Mr. Kim clapped again as he paced back and forth, placing his pen and notepad down in the process. His workforce of around eleven children stood at attention before him. "Very good." Mr. Kim began. "It is almost the most crucial time of the day... lunchtime rush hour. It is very important we have lots of our best shitty dishes ready for then."

The kids all stared up at Mr. Kim with blank looks. "Okay very good child rabor workforce go get ready! This very important moment!" Mr. Kim grins as the workers all disband, returning to their posts. He quickly turns his attention back to the door, grabbing his pen and notebook again in anticipation for the hordes of customers he imagined would rush to the restaurant. He waited. 

And he waited. 

And he waited some more. His workforce continued to bring out freshly prepared dishes of food and placed them all in the heater so that they were ready to go. Mr. Kim lowered his notebook slightly, a discouraged look dawning on his face. He glanced up at the clock once more to see it was now 1.15pm. 

Determined to reassure himself, Mr. Kim shrugged it off and spoke aloud. "Very crose to rush hour now! Any second now we gon' have all the customers swarming us for our shitty dishes!" His child labour workforce had remained silent the entire time, only ever speaking if they were asked a question directly. 

Time continued to pass, the clock now reading 2pm. Mr. Kim had a dumbfounded look on his face. He was shocked, unable to process what had happened. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He yelled out in anger. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL MY SHITTY CUSTOMERS?!" Mr. Kim dropped his pen and notepad and ran out from behind the counter. He pushed open the doors to his restaurant and stepped outside onto the street. He looked around, seeing it was deserted. He scanned the area in shock before turning back to his restaurant and stepping inside. 

"Okay child rabor workforce, I am gon' go find out what the fuck goin' on. You all stay here in and take the customers orders." Mr. Kim announced to his workers before exiting the restaurant. 

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Downtown South Park was deserted. Mr. Kim strolled down the street looking around anxiously. "Herro?" He spoke out. "Herrrro? I take your ordaa prease...?" Mr. Kim got no response. He spotted no signs of movement. As he neared the end of the street, he could hear rustling in the wind. He felt a small breeze around him as a sheet of paper was blown around the corner. Mr. Kim jumped back, startled, before realising it was just a loose flyer.