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Stinky Steven Part 2
“SSSSSSSSSSSS” the grill top had a healthy sizzle going. He stares with great amusement as the burgers hiss on the grill. He just smiles with a deranged stare at the flat top. He hated having to work but loved this part of his job. “Fried meat is so fun to play with.” he thought. All of a sudden something caught his attention. He shook his head as his flat top obsession was interrupted with a shout of his name. “Steven!!!” With deadbeat eyes, the fry cook looks over to the voice that took him out of his happy time. Hello?! Earth to Steven! I've been trying to get your attention for 30 seconds now.” The shift manager points to their wristwatch. “That is now… 25, 26, 27 seconds longer than it should have taken. Time is money, and I want to tell you it's time to make money, not hemorrhage money with being lost in thought as you obviously were.” The shift manager pauses for a second, then continues lecturing. “Speaking of waste, your waste numbers are up again. The manager and I warned you about this. Don't wanna have to be written up, do you? It can look badly for you when employee performance reviews come up. Eh, sport?” In response, Steven just gives a fake big smile and says. “MA’AM, Yes MA’AM.” with a half earnest salute in a sarcastic manner. He put just enough wiggle room to not sound blatantly transphobic with his response. Steven continues smirking at his shift manager after she was caught off guard with his randomly rudeness; she knew it was vague enough and couldn’t do anything about it. So she just composes herself and looks over at the fry station. “Thanks for the chat, Steven.” as she meanders towards the next thing she had to take care of, she tries to figure out what she smelled off but shrugs it off as she was too busy for this nonsense. Nor was she paid enough. Steven looks at her with disgust and thinks to himself. “Ugh, the gays made corporate oppression WOKE, fucking queers.” shakes his head as he points his hand at her and makes a finger gun. Saying “bang” in his head. Shrugs it off and goes back to his meat sculpting.