Personal Chef

How many times do I have to tell you? I like spicy basil.

Yes sir. Much better.

Dang.

That'll fix him.

That'll fix him.

I'm not feeling well. I think I need to go to bed.

Are you alright?

Not really.

Are you sure? Are you sick?

I think I need to go to bed. Okay. Here, let me help you.

Come on. It's alright.

Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Stephanie, what have you done?

It's time to shut you up. It's time for you to listen to me.

Look.

I've locked your dick up Mr. Smith.

It's the last time you're going to sexually harass me anymore.

Last time.

This is mine.

This is going to be the last time that you're going to keep complaining about my cooking.

I went to culinary school for two years and my teachers all said my food is excellent.

Earlier with the basil, it could have been either one and you still would have said I did the wrong thing.

We're going to start doing things my way or I'm going to report you to the Better Business Bureau.

You're going to be in some serious trouble.

I understand.

I think it's time for you to kiss my feet.

I don't want to kiss your feet.

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