Hello, Chef.
(sternly) My name isn't Chef anymore, children. I converted to Islam.
Islam?
From now on, my name is Abdul Mohammed Jabar Rauf Kareem Ali.
As he says this, a Middle Eastern-looking person stands next to him, holding a long sign with his name in front of where Chef's apron normally says "Chef".
(continuing) With everyone in town so insensitive about the flag, I find it no longer fitting to use my slave name.
Well, we need help with our debate club. We have to explain why we think the flag should not be changed.
(outraged, slams his hands down on the counter) You WHAT?! You don't think they should change the flag?!
Not really.
Yeah, we don't see what the big deal is.
(angry) Well, that figures you don't, because your cracker-ass parents turned you into little cracker-ass cracker racists! I never thought I'd live to see this many of the people I considered friends turn against me!
(taken aback) But Chef, we don't know what you're talking about-
(throws down a ladle in anger) But NOTHING! "But" my ass! Fix your own damn food!
[Chef storms out of the cafeteria, with his sign holder in tow, to Kyle and Stan's concern and confusion.]
