What are some good ways to deal with personnel conflicts when I choose one sandwichista over another?

I would never toss an animal.

 

  Hey, wait . . .


~

 

  That’s just plain sacrilege wrapped in blasphemy, heavily sprinkled with foul thinking, then submerged in horror and topped with double layers of atrocious suggestiveness. Grrrrrrr.


~

 

  This Aussie has figured out a way to sneak one of his shills in here to infiltrate Chez Randé! I have to log off now; I’m going to barf . . . 

~

 

  IT’S. NOT. THE. SAME. THING!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRR.

~

It’s not the same thing!  It’s better!  Look at all of those sandwiches being made!  You’re going to have to add another sub-basement level to store all of them.  I scheduled trucks from the local food bank to come and pick up the excess sandwiches.

The shuttle service you use to pick up new sandwich-making women called.  They won’t be able to make anymore pickups.  They’re going out of business due to increased costs.  Sorry, Randy.   It’s hard to keep a fleet of creepy vans on the road with the fuel prices being what they are these days.  They hope you’ll understand.

 

  Please don’t listen to Livvie, folks; none of what she suggests here is true.  

  I don’t send vans (creepy or not) to go pick up my detainees volunteers, I personally go and get them.

  A panel of mental health specialists is working feverishly to find a cure for Livvie, but she resists all treatment measures. I believe Tasers are the next step. 
~

Oh no, Randy.  You’re not going to use THAT car!  It’s still in the shop.  I had a little accident with it when I took it out for a spin.  I was hoping they’d be done with it before you noticed.

 

  Grrrrrrr. Padlocked doors mean nothing to you, I see. Grrrrrrr. 

  :(

They’re almost done with it.  Supply chain issues are holding them up.  They’re having a hard time finding a replacement for the right front wheel, which rolled down the side of the cliff and into the ocean when I had that minor fender bender.

Women drivers!