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Animals drink...
And drink more...
And pass out...
And eat something I think...
But I just work here...
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Cheet(Cheetah)
Ms. Flamine (Flamingo)
Mr. Pitterpat (Penguin)
Leah (Leopard)
Jag ( Jaguar)
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" How can we improve our diner...?" Mr. Pitterpat hobbled to his office.
It was cold in his Restaurant, naturally.
And the atmosphere was ominous.
So, if someone was getting fired, it would be a terrible experience for who ever is in there.
Unfortunately, Cheet was in there, Freezing.
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" Ah, Mr. Pitterpat, I-I-I th-th- think I should turn up the heat..."
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" Nonsense, sir! This reminded me of my home I once had... The cool dips and eating fish... And the slides with my family... I will Not turn it up, Mr. Cheet..."
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Cheet laughed nervously, rubbing his paws together.
" Ok-k-k... Haha... Something else...? Like... A jungle... To remind me of home...?"
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Mr. Pitterpat frowned.
" That's preposterous! This is my restaurant! Why a jungle...?" He asked, coldly.
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" Because... Everyone deserves to feel at home... The arctic... No offense... isn't comfortable to the customers... Or the servers..."
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" Really...? Is that why there is no one really here...?" Mr. Pitterpat asked, concerned.
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Cheet nodded. He didn't care about the restaurant... He just wanted to run and not fall... Run till his body ached and he passed out in a savannah...
He was kinda sick of the concerns about the restaurant on its own. And this was his first time addressing it.
" Yeah... Maybe if this place wasn't so slippery and cold and boring, maybe I can run and get orders properly! You need to hear me! I'm talking for everyone, including me! Melt the freaking ICE or I'll quit...!"
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Mr. pitterpat dropped his beak in shock. He have never heard Cheet snap at him. He was the only one that was the one to keep everything peaceful. Now, He's had it.
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( To be continued..)


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