AMERICAN IRON CHEF
You are starting to piss me off.
I got your stacks of $1 bills out of my ceiling. A lot of work for not much cash, but I said I'd get them, so whatever.
I was waiting for you to meet me and get your bag. (Actually, my bag. My Mom gave it to me - it has 'BRM' on it. I'll want it back.)
Anyhow, I need to find my dressing room. The Oprah studios have new dressing rooms, and I need to get ready. I was chosen to be a prep chef on the new American Iron Chef. I'm going to work for Bobby Flay. I think I can learn a lot from him, though I've been warned he has an attitude. I can deal.
People say I look like Alton Brown. I do.
Come get your damn money.
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I never remember my dreams, so this was pretty awesome.
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