Eleo had somehow landed a job at Burger Town's Last Bite, a rickety food stall barely holding itself together. He stood behind the counter, wearing a greasy apron three sizes too big, sleeves rolled up like he actually knew what he was doing. He didn't.
"ALRIGHT, CUSTOMERS!" Eleo bellowed, slamming his hands on the counter with way too much enthusiasm. "WHO WANTS SOME GRUB?!"
A frail old man shuffled forward, peering up at Eleo with trembling hands. "J-Just a small bowl of soup, young man—"
"ONE GIANT MEAT PLATE COMING UP!" Eleo yelled, bolting into the kitchen before the old man could protest.
Inside, chaos unfolded instantly. Eleo grabbed everything except the ingredients he needed. He tossed a handful of flour into the air like confetti, mistaking it for salt. He poured an entire bucket of oil into a pan—immediately setting it on fire.
A woman waiting outside tapped her foot. "Excuse me, I ordered a salad ten minutes ago!"
"ON IT!" Eleo kicked open the door, sprinted out, and somehow tripped over nothing. He landed face-first, launching a bowl of soup directly into her lap.
"AAAAH! IT'S BOILING!" she screamed, flailing.
Eleo sat up, blinking. "Huh. That was not a salad."
Meanwhile, inside the kitchen, the fire had spread. Smoke poured out of the windows. A bystander sniffed the air. "Is something… burning?"
KABOOM!
The entire shop exploded in a massive fireball. Customers flew in every direction, landing in bushes, barrels, and even onto rooftops. As the dust settled, the remains of Burger Town's Last Bite crumbled into a pile of smoldering rubble.
From the wreckage, angry, soot-covered customers dragged themselves out. They all turned toward the one responsible.
"ELEOOOOOO!!!" the entire crowd screamed in rage.
Eleo, standing in the middle of the destruction, scratched his head with a goofy grin. "Ehehe… soooooo… am I getting paid or…?"
Someone threw a burnt chair at him.