...in the form of "I'm a fanboy" haiku.
Why are you rare, beef?
How I loathe you, rare roast beef.
Your blood is not missed.
Two pounds of chicken
Is quite a lot of food, sir.
Get a half, fat-ass.
Why do you need meat
At quarter to eight at night?
Shop during the day.
I wear a nametag
Because the store says I must.
I do not know you.
Look, there is a line.
It is there for a reason.
Stay in line, asshole.
Does anyone else want to share some reflections on their workplace?
Why are you rare, beef?
How I loathe you, rare roast beef.
Your blood is not missed.
Two pounds of chicken
Is quite a lot of food, sir.
Get a half, fat-ass.
Why do you need meat
At quarter to eight at night?
Shop during the day.
I wear a nametag
Because the store says I must.
I do not know you.
Look, there is a line.
It is there for a reason.
Stay in line, asshole.
Does anyone else want to share some reflections on their workplace?
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