"And here's your workstation," said Mr. Prosciutto, the burly and well-bellied hog and manager of Purgatory Pizza. "Your job is simple. You'll be doing a lot of the prep work. It sounds easy, but because of how many pies we serve each day, we need a fur dedicated to making sure our pizza makers aren't having to stop what they're doing just to grate cheese."
"I've done plenty of this kind of stuff at the last pizza joint I worked at," said Evan as he looked around at his new workplace.
"Good, that's why I hired you on the spot," replied the hog. "Now, uniform is simply. We all got to sport the Purgatory Pizza shirts. Uh, this was the smallest one I could find in the back..." He held up a black shirt with the restaurant's logo on the front. "Why wait an eternity for a pizza?" the slogan underneath said. It was several times larger than Evan's shirt size.
"That's, uh, alright. I'll make it work," the lion said, noting the 2XL label inside the collar.
"Now, follow me. I'll introduce you to Lucas. You'll be seeing an awful lot of him." Mr. Prosciutto lead Evan around the corner where a rotund red fox was working on making a pizza. The shirt he was wearing was riding up an inch, exposing a strip of red-furred flab. The fox's sweatpants clung tightly around his plump thighs and bulbous butt. As the two furs walked in, the red fox was shoving a small stack of salami into his mouth.
"Lucas! Wait 'til your lunch break!" barked Mr. Prosciutto. The red fox let out a harrumph. "Anyways, stop what you're doing. I want to introduce you our new Dough Boy."
"Our new what?" asked Evan.
"Dough Boy. It's just a nickname our guys have for whoever's working prep," the hog answered.
The red fox turned around, his vast gut wobbling has he moved. The fur eyed Evan up and down. "You know, Boss, customers are going to wonder what's wrong with our pizzas if we're hiring furs that clearly look like they don't eat here...or anything at all."
The lion looked displeased and was about to say something before Mr. Prosciutto stepped in. "Ignore him, Evan. He's just irked because he was supposed to have the day off before someone called in sick."
"I was supposed to go to the beach today!" said Lucas as he turned his obese body back to the pizza he was making.
Mr. Prosciutto turned back to Evan. "Better get your uniform on. The dinner rush will hit us like a ton of bricks pretty soon."
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