“Fuck that! You ain’t paying me near enough to go killing things living in your toilets! Do it yourself!”
“Dammit Mel, you better do this or you’re fired!”
“Is that suppose to fuckin’ scare me? Go ahead, I don’t give a shit!”

Before Billy can tell you that you’re fired, the thing that was in the toilet shows itself in an impressive way. A big ass alligator comes out the stall knocking the door off the hinges. It looks at the both of you in hunger, but especially Billy. You and Billy immediately run for the door, you make it first. As you run back into the eating area, you hear Billy scream “AGGGGH! HELP ME!” The place has cleared out of customers, and Billy’s idiot employees are just standing around with their thumbs up their asses.

“What’s going on?” one of them asks you, picking his nose.
“Goddammit boy are you fuckin’ head up with the dumb ass or what? Get me a fucking weapon!” You say grabbing him by the neck and then throwing him to the ground. Upon hearing this one of the brighter employees throws you a meat cleaver. You catch it with the skill of a juggler and run back in the bathroom, but it’s not a good sign that you don’t hear Billy anymore.

You see the alligator ripping into Billy who’s lying on the floor in a heap of unrecognizable gore. You don’t hesitate; you strike at the gator’s head with your cleaver while it’s preoccupied. It attempts to attack you in its death throws, but with a couple more chops, it dies. THEN all of Billy’s employee’s decide to come in. Upon seeing the carnage, a couple of the girls scream and run off, one of the guys gets sick and pukes on your shoes. “Sonofabitch!” you shout. When you exit the bathroom, the employees seem to want to know what happens next.

“So what do we do now?” another asks.
“Well the way I see it, Billy’s final wish to us, would be to get worker compensation for working in this dangerous shithole. Namely me.” You say cleaning out the register.
“Shouldn’t we call the hospital or something?”
“Oh that, sure I guess. Knock yourself out.” You say as you go into Billy’s office and take his liquor bottles.
“Where are you going?”
“Fucker, I’m going home! I did my bit for today!” you say and leave. You go home and don’t even bother washing the disgusting odor of alligator, blood and puke off of you as you get drunk and watch wrestling. Tina notices it right away when she comes home.
“Holy fuck Mel! What the shit?” she says holding her nose.
“It’s a long story baby, now come over and gimme some head, I’ve had a hard day at work.”