Manoosh opened his restaurant, Salad Heaven, and with all the emphasis on health and diet, he knew it would be a success. He was right initially, but then complaints rose about predictability and blandness in the dressing.
One customer gave him a slip with a name--Jorge the Salad Whisperer. Call him and he will solve your problem. Manoosh surveyed the empty tables and did just that.
A day later Jorge arrived wearing a sarong. You have made the right decision, sir I will return you to solvency.
First he cleared the kitchen of all personal. Then boxes and boxes came. Jorge would not let the owner look inside.
Soon, Jorge's salads containing bits of meat that could have been chicken, drew a line of patrons around the block. The dressing was thick, pure and tasty. Manoosh was overjoyed. Until authorities came and arrested Jorge. Seems several fresh cadavers were missing and there was a sudden shortage of plasma. Jorge had pushed the salad envelope a bit too far.
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