Jeff: Oh yeah, with chicken, you probably want to get a meat.

Mr. Dog Poop: No, it's meat.

Jeff: Oh,

Mr. Dog Poop: Let's see. This is ham and cheese. We got mushrooms. We got onion rings we're going to do. We got hush puppies we're going to do. Pork, chicken fried pork. We're just going to keep going.

Jeff: In two weeks on Deep Fried Friday, he's going to be doing Fat Chris's hand because he is going to run out of items.

Mr. Dog Poop: I'm going to run out of items. So, this was Fat Chris's sandwich idea, so we're going to feed that to him. But you can't eat this stuff out of the fryer. What moron thought that an hour on Friday was going to be enough to fry food and then bought everything in the grocery store?

Jeff: I don't know. That person's job should be reconsidered, I think. That producer might need to go on probation.

Mr. Dog Poop: So, this is Chris's breakfast sandwich, but that is going to be way too hot to eat. We'll put that on the side.

Jeff: Alright. This is going to be my saving grace right here. Ready? Taco Lasagna. We're going to deep fry it. This is going to be my saving grace here on Deep Fried Friday. And then I'm going to sadly eat, oh my God, these Vienna sausages.

Mr. Dog Poop: Did you bread them or anything?

Jeff: What's that?

Mr. Dog Poop: Did you bread them or anything?

Jeff: The Vienna sausage? No. I thought it would be like spam. They did not hold up well. Oh my God.

Mr. Dog Poop: Alright. I'm putting in the wings with the Hooter’s breading. So, these are supposed to be authentic Hooter’s wings. And we will find out here. So, now we're really getting some boiling action. Look at that. How long do wings take? Yup, they're done. No, they're not. So, we got chicken fried steak.

Jeff: I don't know what to do with myself. How is that?

Mr. Dog Poop: Pretty good.

Jeff: I'm all out of sorts over here. Alright. Get those shit out of here.

Mr. Dog Poop: Chicken fried steak. Here, Fat Chris, try chicken fried steak.

Jeff: Oh no.

Mr. Dog Poop: Pretty good?

Jeff: Do you have a number for a good cleaning lady?

Mr. Dog Poop: Jeff, we're not getting you a cleaning lady to come and clean your shorts. I've already told you that.

Jeff: Oh no. I've been missing my shorts. It's my floor.

Mr. Dog Poop: Yeah, but I know what's going to happen when she gets there.

Jeff: Well, she's going to be cleaning right here, naturally. The Man Show millionaires. Actually, this is already looking pretty good. I think I might have actually gotten a winner on this one. Let's see if the breading is good. It needs another couple of minutes, probably. The color's good. I don't know how well you can see it with the sun shining behind me.

Mr. Dog Poop: Jeff, what is your problem with living in Florida, having sunshine?

Jeff: I don't know. I thought we were getting hit with a hurricane earlier though.

Mr. Dog Poop: It was pretty windy.

Jeff: Well, Florida weather for you. So, from perfect beach weather to tornado in two seconds.

Mr. Dog Poop: Alright. These are not looking like Hooter's wings, but we're going to keep going.

Jeff: Alright. This chicken are not going to defrost enough for me. So, this is my saving grace.

Mr. Dog Poop: Alright. So, we're going to have to set up a commercial kitchen if we're going to keep doing this. I can't do this on my desk. This is nuts.

Jeff: Yeah, I've run out of space on my desk faster than I anticipated today.

Mr. Dog Poop: If we're going to do this, I mean, we need to make some money on it. We need to get on the Uber Eats menu so that people can order. Like we're cooking stuff for them live and they order the stuff.

Jeff: I'm sure we're up to safety inspections.

Mr. Dog Poop: Absolutely. Do you have a fire extinguisher?

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