The janitor drug the bucket into the kitchen and began scrubbing something off the floor.
"Alright, get that tomata sauce goin' and... what are you moppin' my floor with?!" an angry chef yelled.
"Oh crap, sorry!" the janitor spat, clumsily dumping it all over the floor before running out of the room.
"Dumbass mothafu-AGH!"
The pudgy man slipped in the weird green goo and fell flat on his back.
"Sonnova... WHAAAAAA?!" He shouted as the green goop rose up.
Cailin had nowhere to go but into his alarmed maw, choking him out as she slid inside and his insides... became one with her.
The chef laid there motionless as an assist ran up to him.
"Boudraine! Boudraine, you alright?" a bronx accented man asked.
'Oh fuck! Gotta stand! GOTTA STAND!' Cailin panickedly thought.
Suddenly, the chef slowly rolled up.
Cailin thought again, and the body turned with a wide eyed gaze.
"You alright?" the guy asked.
Cailin made the chef's slime filled body nod and flop an arm into a thumbs up.
"Good, cause we still gotta finish that meatloaf for tonight! Let's go!" the man said.
Cailin took a few steps and slammed into a wall.
"Woah, you sure you should be cookin'?" the man asked.
"Boudraine" gave another silent nod.
'Relax... I've played Octodad, I can do this...' Cailin thought.
"Alright, here's that garlic yah needed to dice." the bronx man said.
Cailin managed to bend his fingers enough to dice it up and slip it in.
"Parsely..."
The leaves were yanked away messily.
"Bacon..."
Another sloppy but effective cut.
"Rosemary..."
Part of the stem made it's way into the meat.
"Dill..."
A sprinkle kinda just fell in.
"annnnd the special spice."
Cailin paused.
"You know.. that spice you always use. From that cabinet." the cook explained.
Cailin looked in and noticed something useful, ungracefully turning and nodding.
"Alright, we'll finish the loaves." the cook said as he and the others turned away.
Cailin took her chance and grabbed the bottle of...