Duration: 56.2s

He was the guerilla terrorist of the food service industry. Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on meringues, sneezed on braised endive. And as for the cream of mushroom soup, well... Go ahead, tell them. You get the idea. What do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? Come on. Do me this one favor. Why? Why? I don't know why. I don't know. I've never been in a fight. Have you? No, but that's a good thing. No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself if you�ve never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So, come on, hit me before I lose my nerve. God, this is crazy. So go crazy. Let 'er rip. Hey, I don't know about this. I don't, either, but who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care? Wait. This is crazy. You want me to hit you? That's right. What, like, in the face? Surprise me. This is so fucking stupid.