The hot'n'spicy restaurant owner nervously waited in the kitchen as the waitress talked with the customer who seemingly had great authority...
He was the only customer in the newly opened restaurant and had legal powers to prevent other people from coming until he was satisfied with the quality of the food...
Mod Rater looked down at the dish he had ordered...
"Waitress!..." Mr Rater called out to the retreating woman... The waitress was a short thin 20 year old girl called Lisa with shoulder-length brown hair and hunched shoulders... This was her first job and she had a somewhat nervous demeanor...
"...Whatever is the matter sir?... Is the food not to your liking?..."
"Indeed it is Not To My Liking!... It violates my personal culinary guidelines...It is too spicy!... it's too hot!... I know I asked for hot and spicy... I know it's a hot and spicy restaurant...I know there's a big sign out the front Illustrating with bold contrasting colors the hot'n'spicy nature of the cuisine... I know that's why people would come here... and that's what's expected... however... I find this food to be gratuitously Offensive!... It incites contention and conflict between my tastebuds!... I take food very very seriously... and as a morally superior life-form who cares about the tastebuds of others, I will make Sure that this contentiously hot and spicy meal is taken off the menu!"
"...well... my boss has already printed and laminated hundreds of colored menus... it's not exactly cheap... what if you just ignore the dish and try something else?..."
"...Is there Carbon Dioxide blocking your ears you illiterate fool!... Did you not hear what I said?!... This food is BAD... It's Offensive!... It's intolerant of my sensibilities and I refuse to tolerate such intolerance!..."
"...Is there any particular part of the dish I can tell the chef to alter or remove?..."
"...I refuse to specifically elaborate on what's wrong with the dish or how it could be fixed... you're just going to have to close down your restaurant..."
"... The entire restaurant?!.. But what about the other dishes?... It can't be all bad.."
"... I'm afraid that one rotten apple really does ruin the bunch... I cannot and will not allow innocent people to be exposed to such a hot and spicy meal..."
"... Please sir... Have mercy... Let me get the chef for you... She's really very good and she would never hurt anyone's tastebuds willingly..."
"... She?..."
The black disabled transgender chef hobbled out of the kitchen on her crutch.... Her entire left leg was robotic and powered with batteries which could only be charged from moral energy sources such as solar power...
She was a busty transgender woman with heavy C-cup breasts and straightened black hair... her piercing blue eyes froze Mod Rater to the bone... She wasn't an average disabled transgender minority figure... she had blue eyes too!
"... Is there some kind of problem with your hot and spicy meal?!" She asked angrily
