Knock.Knock.
"SOMEONE GET THE DOOR!!", Mr.
Bobbyqued yelled. Billy, the store's part-time job boy, ran to the door and
opened it. A guy in exotic clothes was standing in the front door; floppy long
dress with a ribbon on the chest surely didn't suit an enormous guy with dark
skin and white thick glasses. Mr.Bobbyqued was surprised to watch such a giant guy can be so adorable. Putting that thought aside, he
turned his attention to what he was doing, checking chicken and oil for today's
sale. That's how he always started his morning, checking the food ingredients,
culinary utensils, and cleaning his store as he was the head of the Dunnae BBQ
Chicken store. Mr.Bobbyqued had great pride in his career, believing it to be
sacred.
Mr. Bobbyqued was checking on the oil when Billy came up to him.
"This is for you, sir", he said,
giving Mr. Bobbyqued a letter. "Who is it from?", asked Mr. Bobbyqued,
examining the letter carefully. Only the receiver ("To the Head of Dunnae
BBQ Chicken Store") was written on the letter, and it seemed the sender
drew a red chicken leg instead of his or her name.
"Well...The guy who gave me the letter said it was from his mistress" said Billy.
"You mean the cute guy just
before?"
"Yeah, him"
Wondering who would send this kind of
letter to him, Mr. Bobbyqued opened the letter. Suddenly, his grip tightened as
scarlet red letters slowly revealed themselves. Shivering next to him, Billy
asked,
"Who the hell on earth would do such thing to us? I thought we were sending out happiness to people!".
"Who the hell on earth would do such thing to us? I thought we were sending out happiness to people!".
"Shhh...Let me read it first"
Slightly afraid, Mr. Bobbyqued started to
read the bloody letters one-by-one very carefully as if he was absorbing each
letter.
The letter said
" To. Head
of Dunnae BBQ Chicken Store
Good Afternoon. Weather
has been much warmer these days, though it’s still cold enough for adorable
chickens to lose heat during delivery. Well, for you, Head of Dunnae Chicken
Store, frying chickens in front of sparkling oil, I reckon coldness does not
bother you :D I hope you didn’t freeze yourself last night. What I am really concerned
about is the quality of your oil. Inferring from last night’s experience of bloody
chicken party, my friends are pretty sure that you use poor oil. When I walked
into my classroom, half of the classmates were missing. All of them went to the
hospital for stomachache. Since it's obvious our school's meals are not the
reason of this bloody disaster, there is only one explanation. YOU. It’s you
that mistreated your oil. It’s you and your oil that failed to cook chicken
perfectly. And it’s that damn bloody chicken that caused this crisis. For KMLA students,
Chicken Day, only coming once a month, is serious, meaningful, and even sacred.
We are not ordinary people who can complain and evaluate the quality of chicken.
For us, who are always desperate for chicken, throwing away chicken and buying
a new one cannot be an option. Yet, as avid chicken lovers, we always leave
changing the Chicken store as a last resort. So, please provide us with better
quality chicken. We really want to maintain this relationship with you, please
let us maintain.
The last night event was
a real disappointment. That made us seriously consider the last resort. Such
irresponsibility shown to us should never be tolerated. We are now considering
changing our chicken store. If you want us to keep buy chicken from Dunnae BBQ
Chicken Store, you should provide something, shouldn’t you? I demand free,
fully cooked chicken for all students. We don't want to let another drop of
chicken blood flow through our vain.
More importantly, we
wait for you apologize. I am planning to ask our headmaster to have a tour to
Dunnae soon. Maybe we can have chicken for our meal, and you might offer them
for free. The life philosophy of KMLA students is BCD; Birth, Chicken, and
Death. I really want to tell how much students whom ate bloody chickens are
suffering from pain. One of my best friends, Mitchell, pooped blood. He is
suffering from diarrhea. Mike is vomiting every five minutes.
Head of Dunnae BBQ
Chicken Store, we wait for you responsible response.
Sincerely,
Shocked and angry. That's how Mr. Bobbyqued
felt now after reading the malicious letter. He didn't understand; he had so
many questions to ask and many answers to achieve. 'Why was the chicken bloody?
Was it really because of my oil? How can he be so certain about it? WHO sent
this?'
Mr. Bobbyqued gave the letter to Billy, and
he started to read down it. In the side of his eyes, Mr. Bobbyqued could see
Billy's face turning from surprise to horror.
'This is frustrating!', thought Mr.
Bobbyqued, ' We can't risk losing KMLA, one of our larges precious customer.
But then again, we also cannot afford providing free chicken for all of the
KMLA students, our budgets won't hold considering our store's size.'
"So....what'cha gonna do?", asked
Billy examining Mr. Bobbyqued's response meticulously because he didn't want
the wrath headed towards him.
"I don't know....dunno...it seems I'm
in a stalemate.", rumbled Mr. Bobbyqued looking despaired. Suddenly, he
shouted so loud that everybody in the store jumped in their seats. "I can
do nothing...I CAN DO NOTHING!!!" Then, almost as if he was enlightened in
such a short time, he muttered, "I ..can do..nothing..? YES! That's it! I
can do nothing!"
Billy was confused. He simply couldn't
understand Mr. Bobbyqued's drastic change of mood, although he was repeating same
words. Billy was 98% sure Mr. Bobbyqued became nuts. Billy was startled, even a
bit scared, when Mr. Bobbyqued ran up to him and shooked him violently yelling,
"That's it! I'm gonna do nothing!". Mr. Bobbyqued snatched the letter
from Billy's hand and stuffed it in his briefcase.
"Sir, what are you doing?", asked Billy. "Are you just running away? avoiding the problem? What happened to the "responsible response"?"
"Shut up, boy. It's none of your buisiness.
Now, get back to work." snapped Mr. Bobbyqued. Billy wanted to argue more
but for the sake of his job, he swallowed his words and went to fry chickens.
As he was passing Mr. Bobbyqued, Billy could hear mumbling to himself.
"It's not my fault. It's not my
fault...I am innocent, My oil is innocent. It's them who ate the chicken wrong.
Or..or the delivery men who delivered it wrong... It's not my fault..."
BAM!
Mr. Bobbyqued shut down the shutter and
closed the store. It was about 7 O'clock in the afternoon. Although it was
summer, the road was barely visible. Only the street lamps blinked in the dark
road like yellow buttons on a long dark coat. Mr. Bobbyqued was a bit taken
aback for this idiosyncrasy; however, he thought it wasn't a big deal,
not noticing the big shadow that started to move as soon as Mr. Bobbyqued came out of
the store.
Mr. Bobbyqued called his wife, to tell her
to prepare for dinner.
"How's pork culet for dinner, my
dear?" said Mrs. Bobbyqued
"I want fish for tonight. I feel like
I've seen a whole lifetime of meat today."
"Okay, honey, then -"
Krsh
"Who's there?" shouted Mr.
Bobbyqued sharply turning back only to see pure pitch black as if a monster trying to engulf him.
"Honey? What's the matter honey?"
asked Mrs. Bobbyqued. Taking a one last glance behind him, Mr. Bobbyqued
answered the phone.
"It's nothing. Some kind of a stupid dog ran past behind me. So, what were we talking about? umm--Oh! Did I tell you I got a letter from an unknown written in blood? Nah, it's not serious. I think a foolish teenager sent me that to prank me. Yeah, what a joke. Oh! I'll read it for you. Hold on a sec"
"It's nothing. Some kind of a stupid dog ran past behind me. So, what were we talking about? umm--Oh! Did I tell you I got a letter from an unknown written in blood? Nah, it's not serious. I think a foolish teenager sent me that to prank me. Yeah, what a joke. Oh! I'll read it for you. Hold on a sec"
Mr. Bobbyqued rumbled through his briefcase, trying to find the little piece of paper. Finally, he snatched out the letter and started to read. "I vow to take revenge on the BBQ place. I just arrived...wait..what is this?" Mr. Bobbyqued's eyes scanned down the paper. As his eyes read each line, his hands trembled and his eyes widened. All of a sudden, the street seemed to be too quiet.
He dropped his phone letting it smashing
into the ground. With his violently shaking hands, he flipped over the page and
there was the letter he read in the morning. He fliipped it over again. The
letter on the back page was also written in scarlet red, but only worse.
I vow to take revenge on the BBQ place. I just arrived from the
hospital because I ate you bloody chicken and now I have a stomachache. You
cost me money and my valuable time. I promise I will cost you a few thousand
times more time. My time is running out. But we decided to keep, so I have more
time. I will burn down you place and rescue all the chickens. They deserve
better, as for they are currently being mistreated, being uncooked. If only I
was permitted to write in Korean, I could have been more violent. 암튼 뒤통수 조심해라.
Blanched with fear, Mr. Bobbyqued slowly picked up his phone. He felt his heart skip a
beat. In the broken black monitor of the phone, there was a enormous (but cute) guy
wearing white glasses smiling like a clown. The face started to become larger
and larger. Mr. Bobbyqued glacned back
and then...
WHACK!
FINIS
