Man, this looks good! Look at this; I just made a custom dinner! I made a burrito and then put it in the pizza oven. Now it's all grilled and shit -- like Taco Bell, bitches!

I have some other top secret recipes too. I got this thing called a P-Rex. I take a cooked pepperoni pizza from the pizza station, throw some cut up mozzarella sticks, chicken fingers, and toasted ravioli on it, and then I fold it in half to make a fuckin' quesadilla out of it. Holy shit. This looks great.

I can't wait to go on break and eat this shit. Look, I got it all dressed up. I threw some bacon in there. I put the whole thing on a bed of iceberg lettuce and garnished the motherfucker with some basil. This looks so good. Look, I'm showing it to all of you dumbass students. You know what I would do if you asked me to make this? I would laugh in your fucking face, homeboy. Stick to the regular menu items, okay? Just the other day some kid asked me for marinara sauce on his burger. What does he think this is, huh? T.G.I. Friday's? Do I look like some fancy-shmancy cook to you?

Oh, baby. I just spent 20 minutes working on this custom delicacy instead of getting your chicken fingers out of the frier. Look at it, just sitting there, waiting to be eaten. Man, it looks delicious. Oh shit, it's five-thirty, I'm outta here!