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"Do you, like, ever let people into your meat-locker to, like, uh, you know,
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fuck around with the meat?" I asked.
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The short-haired Greek man looked at me strangely from behind the counter.
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Several of the waitresses glared in my direction.
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"What you mean 'fuck around'?" the dumpy Greek asked.
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"You know, like shovin' your dick in and out of the openings in the meat.
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Then, like, getting a bunch of smelly, sticky cream of tubesteak all over the
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junk that you grind into foodburgers," I informed him.
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"Naw. We don't do that. You don't do that. Nobody do that," the imbecile
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claimed.
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"I do that," I began, "and as a matter of fact, most of my pals do that too.
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We like it."
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Overhearing our conversation, one of the waitresses gave me a sour look.
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She seemed to be acting like she was getting sick. The cook and the other two
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waitresses completely ignored everything except the random orders for patty
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melts and double cheeseburgers.
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"Look, I don't wanna do nothin' weird or strange or anything. I just wanna
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fuck a bunch of meat that you got in your huge ol' meat locker. Listen, don't
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any of you stupid fuckers understand what I'm sayin'?" I stated in an agitated
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manner.
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"Mister, people gotta eat my food. If you stick dick in food, no can eat.
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Frank lose money. No can do," the Greek said.
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"How much money would you lose, bright eyes?" I asked.
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"Big thing of cow cost Frank $220 for a half," Greek-man said.
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"Well, I wanna fuck around with about 13 of them. Let's see...that's about
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$2860...and I'll give you...oh, let's see...$40 just for letting me do it,
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OK?"
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"I dunno."
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"OK. Look, I'll give you $3000 cash, RIGHT NOW, cause I like you an awful
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lot, and also cause I'm fucking sick and tired or trying to talk to you
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goddamn Greek half-wits."
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The Greek seemed to ponder what I had said for a minute, or perhaps he was
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just wallowing in incomprehension. One waitress went into the back-room and
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loudly threw up.
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"OK. But you give Frank money NOW."
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I handed the three bills over to the fool and lifted up a section of the
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counter and walked into the walk-in freezer.
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"OK, you can fuck with 13 sides of cow, but leave cheese and other gunk
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alone. OK?"
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There was a wide variety of different kinds of food present in the walk-in
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freezer. Many, many eggs and other fine foods. I could see containers of
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pancake batter and butter. On the left was what I was after. Thirteen
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beautiful sides of beef!
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I started to get a hard-on just looking at the beef!
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"You got your cash. Get out of here!" I shouted at the geek.
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I casually waltzed up to the nearest beef-side and began to sweet-talk it.
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"Hi, new in town? Ever get into Satanism? Shit, you're cute."
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The cool beef did not reply.
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