Damn Marines must Diet

  The sandwiches were selling like hot cakes dipped in rum, and the hot cakes dipped in rum were selling like sandwich. By most fast food shops standards, they were still doing lousy, but by Blue Dwarf's Earl Of Sandwich, happy days were back again. Earl of sandwich had a very simple philosophy of making simple sandwichs. This mean every sandwhich was made of bread, some kind of inexpensive meat, and if you wer lucky either mayo, or mustard.  Most people agreed yes you could stay home and make the same sandwich and get ten times better ten times better, it was the rest that kept Earl Of Sandwich in business barely a float, and the exec's at the golf course.  Once in a while the board would threatened to suspend operations, but then they always ended the meeting to go play some more golf.  At one time people like Agatha and taylor suggested making better sandwich's, but they had been sent to the companies versions of Siberia (i.e JMC Blue Dwarf), of course
Agatha's crime was something all together different.
 
 "Have you ordered anything," A giant marine towered over taylor.
 
 "No I work here." Taylor looked up from his booth
 
 "Yeah right, that lady over their is all friend, and I'm sure, she doesn't want slacker scum like you in here.
 
 "If i wasn't here, she'd be drawing stick figures with her own shit, buzz off, there are plenty of......."
 
 "I said out!!!!!" Now he was surrounded by a group of marines, he looked over to see if Agatha was paying attention, but she was flirting with a young officer.
 
 "Listen, me work here, me can't go, me need pay check." he pounded his chest, only to getright jab in the face.  He fell on the booths sit, 'Perfect."
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