It's night and you're having dinner with your gf at a fine little restaurant with really good food. You have your favorite sidearm with you and two clips of ammo.
Suddenly, the kitchen doors fly open and the fat chef comes out covered in blood and shouts "Tonight, you are on the menu, and I will serve you medium-rare!" while brandishing a large meat cleaver and meat tenderizer. He and two of the waiters charge at you.
What do you do?
Suck their dicks
>Then I whip out my dick and dick sized pencil sharpner.
>I sharpen my ding-a-ling to a needle fine point and fuck-stab them untill they're corpses
>Keep fucking till I finish
>GG
/x/ copypastas really have gotten worse
shoot gf in the knee and run
Is this guy from dead rising 2? I remember a chef fight in that game and it was retardedly hard.
>dead rising 2 chef
>not MoH: Frontline chef
pleb
Wake up because I haven't had a girlfriend since middle school
I always liked how each time you saw him, he got progressively more beaten up than the last time and complains about having to deal with you again.
Probably just let myself die happy now that I have a gf.
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>clips
>not carrying an m1 as a sidearm
Virgins
Im not.
>no u
>rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is
>Be me
>be at sub standard sit down joint with some tinder slut
>All she dose is sit on her phone and giggle
>someonefuckingendme.jpg
>All of a sudden some two twinks dresses as waiters and a fat fuck in a chef costume bust down the door
>incoherently screams something about “slerv u meddy rawr” and swinging around a hammer and a meat cleaver
>flip my shit and pull out .50 cal black powder pistol
>fire in the general direction of the trio and manage to hit one of the twinks in the thigh
>blows his whole fucking leg off
>restaurant is instantly filled with smoke from the single shot
>ninja vanish into the cloud of smoke just like kakashi sensai taught me
>use now empty pistol to club the second twink waiter like a baby seal
>nothingpersonalkid.jpg
>fat chef cunt is swinging his cleaver wildly in the confusion
>take this opportunity to quick reload my pistol
>five minutes later I cap the fat fuck in the gunt
>restaurant cheers wildly in my victory
>tinder slut gives me head right then and there
>crowd cheers harder
>week later I tested posted for herpes
sauce on this pic? are there more?
Beat him to death with a flat screen tv for serving anything but a Pittsburgh seer.
>chef comes out yelling
>all I hear is medium rare
>immediately fall into a fit of rage
>I ORDERED RARE YOU FAT FUCK
>pull gun
>pop both waiters
>empty mag into chef
Having worked at a restaurant for a long time, I can tell you exactly how this would go
>chef pops out the door, gives his spiel
>looks over his shoulder to realize one of the two waiters is missing - turns out he's smoking in the back, despite having four tickets up, so he has to bring a food runner instead
>the other waiter's missing too, for some reason his sous chef followed him out though even though literally no one asked her to
>in the middle of his line about cooking you medium rare, the vent hood breaks and the dining room floods with smoke
>they capture and try to cook you but the grill won't go above medium-low
>clips
do I have a M1 Garand?
Thoroughly enjoyed that. Have your (you).