Michael squeezed through two Elephant-folks just to get through to the kitchen area.
Walking inside, he saw Tony, Remy, and the rest of the chefs sweating profusely as they worked tirelessly in cooking more chickens. Michael felt bad for the little kid as he plucked out the feathers on a frozen chicken.
They were so busy that they didn't even have time to greet Michael.
"Sorry, Michael. We're way behind schedule," Tony replied. "Some of our customers have already been waiting for a whole candle—sorry, a whole hour!"
The restaurant was already equipped with a mechanical clock, which made timekeeping much more accurate, but seemed to only exacerbate the time pressure even more.
"Why are there so many people waiting inside? Didn't you prepare enough chicken for them?"
"We did, boss," one of the Rebornian Chefs replied. "But they don't have a place to sit in. Most of them are even eating on the floor."
