So- Steven acts like Gordon Ramsey(Even breaks the swear filter) when it comes to his location's food because he doesn't want to get scrapped or have the health inspector shut the place down.

now here's a stupid mini story of this joke HC
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He walked inside, that phone guy that breaks the mold. The gen 1, red phone headed male straightened his tie as he looked around. The tension in the air so thick it's like a dang pudding.

Everyone got to work when he walked in, even his co-owner of the location, Peter Kennedy. The other had always had a grudge against Steven but, god, was he afraid to defy him and his anger issues.

Steven walked forward and into the kitchen where Ronaldo was making some chicken wings. "What the bloody heck, ya donkey? Those chicken wings are so raw I see them bloody flapping!" He said as he put his hand on the counter. "What do you think this place is? Some sort of 'cook your own meal' frick-up? Because it seems that way with how you're serving our customers bloody raw ingredients used to make the meals themself!" He said as he tossed the chicken wings across the kitchen.

Ronaldo sighed before, "GET THE FUCK OUT FOR THE DAY!" Steven yelled, "YA DAMN DONKEY!" He said as he dragged Peter and Jack in to do the cooking.

what a great start to the day