*just so happens to be paying a visit to Store #17 that day, wouldn't you know it?*
*is, at present, having a rather, shall we say, "animated" discussion with his store manager in the back office*
*his unmistakeable voice carrying a bit (and at least there aren't too many diners at the moment, and at least most of them look amused by the unexpected entertainment)* Don't gimme that horse-excrement, Marty! I told ya you didn't have the OT to dole out this month. We're in the middle of a fornicatin' finan-see-ul crisis here! Maybe if you'd get off your lazy posterior now 'n' then, seventeen'd cut the mustard. ... Yeah, you'd better be sorry. Great thumpin' Eru.