“Look— I’m not speedy gonzales, I’m a bartender. Got it?” Campbell’s voice was harsh, frustration ever so present in his voice was he was mixing multiple drinks at once— or attempting to. he loved his job. he loved getting people drunk, and sweet talking a good tip out of them. however, he didn’t like customers who were too persistent, calling on him every five seconds it seemed. “I CANNOT work as fast as you want me to. So— either put up and shut up, or find yourself a new bar to wallow away in.”
“I’m sure this’ll provoke them but..eh..I got nothing better to do.” ——————————————————————————————-
“ARGH I’M A PIRATE FOX ARGH ARGHHHH I DON’T LIKE BEING LOOKED AT BUT I LIKE BEING LOOKED AT THE SAME TIME ARGH ARGHHHHHH I CAN’T MAKE UP MY MIND BOO HOOOO. OH AND DID I MENTION I’M LIKE SPEEDY FUCKING GONZALES?”
“I’M FUCKING HERE ALREADY MAN - IT’S GAMEOVER.”
“I LOVE DICKING AROUND WITH THE POTS AND PANS IN THE KITCHEN HUEHUE I ACT LIKE I’M FIVE AND I’M ALWAYS HUNGRY- ANIMATRONICS DON’T EVEN EAT BUT I DON’T CARE. THE CHICKEN DON’T GIVE A SHIT.”
“I’m bringing duck face back cAUSE I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DUCK AND AM ALWAYS CALLED A DUCK. MIGHT AS WELL JUST BE A DUCK.”
“I’M A PURPLE ASS BUNNY WHO JUST LOVES TO GET RIGHT UP IN YOUR DOORWAY. I OBVIOUSLY HAVE NEVER HEARD OF PERSONAL SPACE PFFT WHAT’S THAT. I’M ALWAYS FIRST TO THE BOOTY HOHOHOHO.”
PT. 2 with Freddy and Golden freddy later. I’m having a bit of an issue with the cameras I must check out..They near..