I walk into Olive Garden and order unlimited soup salad and bread sticks. The striking young man with a nametag that read "Michael" in faded cheap plastic lettering. He came as fast as he went, leaving the piping hot breadsticks steaming on the table in front of me. Before I had a chance to grab one and dig in, he returned again suddenly, as if he hadn't left to begin with.
"Here is your salad sir, sorry about the wait!" He exclaimed apologetically. "We've been very slow due to covid but today we're packed!" You could tell he wasn't kidding by all the stains on his apron. What seemed to be flour, red caked-on sauce, and a bright colored substance I wasn't too sure what it was. "Let me grab you some parmesan cheese for your salad." Michael told me with cheer. "Just let me know when you've had enough."
Michael begins twisting the grater, pouring delicious fresh parmesan and romano cheese on my salad. But little did he know that this whole meal was secretly my plan to take Olive Garden down! He continued to pour the cheese onto the salad until the entire restaurant filled up, cut off all exits to the doors, and destroyed that location.
Now onto the next... Whose hungry?
