Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket

You head to your place of work, the musty resturaunt, Golden Memories. You lost count of how many elderly people have literally eaten their last meal here, but you really only care about getting your paycheck so you can buy some porno.

You approach your boss, Dave the cook. He is a balding man with thick glasses, thin and wears sandals everyday, even while working as a chef. He is a cocky asshole and doesn't like you at all. You approach as he is going over sales in the kitchen.

"What do you want Cody...Your not working today."

"My paycheck Dave. I don't work at this dive for free."

"You don't really work at all Cody. The flies accomplish more around here than you do."

"Well attracting the flies is your greatest accomplishment here Dave. Now I'd please like my check." Dave hands you your check.

"Don't go spending it all at McDonalds now." Dave says chuckling.

You turn to exit, but Dave stops you.

"Cody I know it's your day off, but I'm a little short for the dinner rush, you mind working for a couple hours? you could earn a shiny new nickel!" Dave holds up a nickel to your face, smiling. You hate this mans guts. You wish you could quit and take a dump on all the customers dishes. But you do need some extra cash, you aren't exactly Mr. Moneybags.
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