Waitered.

Here's your food. I hope you enjoy this plate of undercooked quail fetus, you fucking barbarian! Jesus, it smells terrible! I mean, I gagged twice while bringing this shit over to you from the kitchen. If it's any consolation, the nearby soup kitchen for the down and outs opened their vents about an hour ago, and the stench drifting down from there smells much, much worse! Seriously, you should've gone elsewhere for a feed. Like that place where you're served by the chicks with huge titties.