After the Butcher sassed me about my pizza-making skills, I ordered Mrs. Wigglebottom to eat him. You’d think that this wouldn’t be a problem, seeing as how she is such a vicious killer programmed by nature to destroy babies, children, and the good-hearted, but the dog utterly refused to eat the Butcher on my command.
So, I had to fire her. As you can imagine, she was very excited to be fired, even when I spanked her bottom for both being fired and refusing to eat the Butcher
Now, the Butcher is sassing me some more and she’s just sitting there staring at him and wagging her tail.
I swear, it’s so hard to find good help these days.