MA: Everyone, meet Spaghetti. He's new to the restaurant, so make him feel welcome!
Sandwich: *stumbles in with roughed up clothes* Master Attendant, we got a dine and dasher!
MA: God fucking dammit-- alright team let's go!
*exit all, fast forward to later*
Borscht: *giving him a tour* And that's the Italian Trio-- Pizza has the flag, Cassata is the one with the red hair, and Cheese is the one with the mouse ears.
Spaghetti: Hm.... *lands eyes on Pizza* He could make a fine chess piece.
Pizza:
Cassata:
Cheese:
Borscht:
Spaghetti: What?
Pizza: Don't. Call. Me. Chess. Piece.
Spaghetti: oh shit
Pizza: I know you have ties to Whiskey, I can feel it in your energy, I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me, my boyfriend, and my sister like that again, and I can promise you that you won't be able to sleep for the next five fucking years.
Spaghetti, to MA as they pass by: I like him.
