It was a tough shift today, it was full, busy as hell and the heat was practically killing you. You were running back and forth dishing out pizzas, taking orders to Pasqually, even he was struggling to keep up with all of the orders. You felt like you were going to faint out here, on your 50th time out of the kitchen you saw Mitzi was off her stage, where the hell had she gone?

Then you heard heavy mechanical stomps behind you, turning she toward over you with a smile, holding plates of pizza

"Need a little assistance?"