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France, 1971: Rody’s Place
Its been almost 2 years since Rody lost his ear. Or, well, 2 years since Rody ran from (killed) Vincent and found out the love of his life was dead.
Now he sat in his messy ass condo.
Yes, condo. Rody can’t believe it either, but exposing your boss as a cannibal? Had its perks. Sure, Rody had to stretch the truth and say that Vincent started the fire himself to avoid jail, but the man ate his ear. Rody isn’t doing any favors for that son of a bitch.
That’s besides the point. Rody is busy focusing on his quickly depleting bank account. The reports had swarmed him for a few weeks after the fire had paid well. But, between the condo and the constant gambling, he is running out of money fast. Rody was never good with money and now he has bills stacking up all over again. He needed money, and he needed it fast.
“What am I gonna do, Manon?” Rody mumbled to himself.
He always seemed to call her name for help. Rody hasn’t dated anyone since her (that one night with Vincent doesn’t count). Wait, what was it Vincent had said that night? Rody can remember that drunken argument like it was yesterday.
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“Fast food?” Vincent had asked, putting on his reading glasses as Rody explained his big idea to improve the very FANCY FRECNCH restaurant.
“Right! It’s basically a suuuuper fast restaurant and the food costs us less to make!” Rody exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, gesturing wildly. He nearly fell over as he did so,but saving whatever remained of his likely dead dignity he saved himself.
Vincent just gave Rody that same unamused look that he used whenever he was being stupid. Rody was very familiar with it because it was used every single day when Rody was late to work.
“If I did that, why would I need a waiter?” Vincent asked Rody.
“Well..ummm.” Rody stammered.
“It would be a good excuse to fire you, I suppose.” Vincent mused almost to himself.
“No, no, no..Vince, you're right. It’s… it’s stupid.” Rody admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He watched as Vincent took another swig straight out of the bottle.
“Glad that you understand that this ‘fast food’ concept is just a fad and an atrocity to cooking. Now go home before I actually fire you, like I should’ve done last time when you asked me why I thought I was mustard in your dreams instead of mayonnaise.”
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Fast food.
That’s it! Rody thought, leaping to his feet like Sherlock Holmes when he was about to crack Moriarty's newest riddle. Rody started pacing around the room. A La Gueule de Saturne fast-food joint! It could be “in Vincent’s memory” or something. This way Rody won’t go completely broke, and honestly this is a great way to get back at Vincent for everything he’d done.
It’s not because Rody misses him at all.
Nope… it’s not that.
Rody now stood in the kitchen with this idea bubbling in his head.
Now how will the arsonist, minor celebrity unite the restaurant of a cannibal through more fame?