New Guy: Don't worry. I use these at all my jobs. And without the hand-guard.
Weezee: I swear- you cut yourself and I'm ripping your balls off. I don't want to clean someone's blood off that damned meat slicer again.
New Guy: I'll clean it, don't worry.
Weezee: No, because you'll have to rush to the hospital and I'll be stuck here doing the job. Eye's on the blade, stop doing it with one hand, drinking tea like it ain't no thing but a chicken wing.
New Guy: I'll clean it. I can handle it. I cut myself all the time. It's okay. Look't my hands, they're full of little cuts.
Weezee: That's exactly why I don't trust you with that thing. Mummy shouldn't even let you near it with an attitude like that.
New Guy: Whatever, it's fine. I'm not afrad to cut myself.
Weezee: That's not my point. Point is, as a cook you shouldn't even want to cut yourself for the sake of the people you cook for. I haven't cut myself once at this job.
New Guy: Pshh.
Weezee: What is it with you kids? You guys go to cooking school and have no social responsibility? It's mind boggling! A kitchen isn't a fucking proving ground. Stop watching the "F-Word" and throw your shitty pride to the dogs. Your hero culture/pirate/Bourdain bullshit doesn't jive here. I don't care about your mangled hands. That doesn't say good cook to me; that says negligable moron I don't want cooking my food. Your hands are the only marketable tools you have and you wanna chop them off!? Geez.
New Guy: Okay okay.
Weezee: I mean it, be careful.
. . .
Mummy and Uncle: OOIII!! What you do!
New Guy: I did it when I was cleaning the blade- no big deal!
Weezee: What happened?
Uncle: He cut himself.
Weezee: . . .
You're never using that thing again!
Oiii NA!
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