Okay, I was joking, all right! I didn’t actually bite you. And stop looking at me like you enjoy it.
..Perhaps it was a joke in bad taste, then.
Look, I don’t care WHAT you taste like, but the last time I ordered coffee at your cafe, there were several strands of fire-red hair in it and I don’t think it was from your Pyroar.
This is why I was such a lousy tipper.
It’s evident you are uncomfortable, Mr. Bill. Let us agree to drop this subject like men instead of resorting to unrelated personal matters.
On behalf of Café Lysandre, I humbly apologize for my subordinate’s carelessness. I can assure you that was not my own, though, as I have never served there. If the matter is found to be factual, rest assured the culprit will be punished. You have my word.