The small green creature had just gotten off the phone with his producers, having dropped his blue feather duster in shock at the news he’d been delivered.. it wasn’t good news.

The company had cut funding for his educational cooking show, and canceled it, shattering the poor little chefs heart..

He put his phone away, dusted off his apron, picked up his duster, and tried to distract himself by continuing his cleaning, but he just couldn’t hold it.. tears welled up in his beady black eyes, his little lip quivered, and he dropped the duster again, covering his face with his little mit-hands and crying softly into them.

The little green chef slowly shuffled over to his bed, sitting down on the edge and burying his face further into the palms of his hands, sobbing with enough force to shake his little round body.. the poor little thing was heartbroken.