A pair of hands slammed down on the conference table.
“I’M TELLING YOU, IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” The blips jolted you right out of your slumberous stupor. “IT NEEDS MORE RHINESTONES!”
“But sir, rhinestones are inedible,” a worker quipped.
“DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE WHAT IS EDIBLE AND WHAT ISN’T?”
“Hey, hey, B.P,” you nudged the strange monster besides you, “how much do ya bet he’s gonna make you actually glue the stones to the burgers?” You smirked.
“Oh, fuck, no,” Burgerpants whispered back. “Why can’t we just sell actual burgers? You’re on.”
“YOU WILL GLUE THOSE RHINESTONES TO THE BUNS, THE PATTIES, AND EVEN EVERY BIT OF SHREDDED LETTUCE IF THAT’S WHAT IT TAKES!” A small pile of gold coins slid your way from Burgerpants’s direction. “YOU! WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Boss Mettaton turned and snapped a finger to you. You immediately sat forward.