Driver: Get Ready, I'm Accelerating

"I'd like to hear what kind of bullshit you can come up with."

Cow-Horse snorted.

"Look, regardless of which of you called Britannia Grandpa, in the end there would be three kinds of departments: the Customer Service Department, departments that had never called the Customer Service Department Grandpa, and departments that had called the Customer Service Department Grandpa. Right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Mm, that's right."

Cow-Horse nodded.

White-Feather Chicken thought about it, then nodded as well.

"Then the departments that called the Customer Service Department Grandpa would definitely be a rank below the Customer Service Department, right?"

He asked again.

"Right."

There was no need to think about that. Cow-Horse and White-Feather Chicken both nodded immediately.

"Originally, the three departments were more or less equal in status. Now, one department has called the Customer Service Department Grandpa, while another department hasn't called that department Grandpa. Doesn't that make the department that wasn't called Grandpa a rank below the Customer Service Department?"

"Simply put, the three departments have become grandfather, father, and grandson. Do you two bosses want Britannia to be your grandfather or father?"

Liu Zheng asked, holding back his laughter.

"No, no."

Cow-Horse shook his head like a rattle drum.

"That's more like it. The Customer Service Department is our real threat. As the heads of the Customer Service Department and Kitchen, you should keep the peace and face outward together."

He earnestly tried to persuade them.

"For this human's sake, I'll let it slide this time. But if you call me a two-faced chicken again next time, hmph!"

White-Feather Chicken snorted heavily.

"So what if I do?"

Cow-Horse still looked unconvinced.

"Then your Kitchen staff meals will consist only of Salmon's cat litter and Shark Dagger's piss."

White-Feather Chicken said coldly.

"Fuck, you plague chicken, you're serious?"

Cow-Horse