Jomarro - Deal?

I started shouting Jomarro's name as I briskly walked towards his office. Mike and the other laborers on the other hand were chuckling because I was doing something that Jomarro fucking disliked.

He doesn't want his time eating disrupted by anything, fucking anything.

Kaley and the others with me except Unc Zardon didn't know that particular bit and they were showing confused expressions as to why I was making a ruckus and as to why I was doing it.

"JOMARRO~!!! IT'S YOUR FAVORITE CUSTOMER~!!! JOMARRO~!!!"

It didn't even take a minute before the door to his office busted open and a huge guy with a pot belly, bald head, dirty face, and hands covered in grease came out huffing with veins popping out of his forehead. His shirt was stained with the food he was eating and the side of his shirt had stains because of wiping his greasy hands with it when he decided to do something while eating.