Cooks are known for their vices. We drink, we smoke, we fight, we fuck. But I draw the line at certain drugs. I need people that can cook, and if you can cook through a hangover or withdrawals, that's fine. But tweakers have no place on a line, and they sure as hell don't need to be my grill chef. So uh. No, on purpose.
... that's sort of an empty threat, Stitch can take care of himself. He just wants me to carbonate grapes for him again.