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Hisdan Dual Duel

In most organisations, you will probably find two kinds, no make it three:

1. The ones who think of how to make the wheels turn. Usually a small percentage.

2. The ones who turn the cogs. They are the majority.

3. The ones who announce to the world that the wheels are turning. Also a small minority and the loudest. They also do make sure that they let the whole world know that their neighbour's wheels haven't been oiled or washed.

Our chefs were also in need of these services and where there is a need, there is usually a problem solver or an opportunist who in this case was Hisdan D. Duel. A gun for hire every half a decade and this time,  Half Century happened to be the top bidders for his services. Narrowly out bidding their rivals, the tangerines if I may mention.

Usually, teachers have a problem with noise makers. However, our friend here seemed to prove that other than a hobby or disorder, noise making can also be churned out as a talent in the marketing field. Proof that not all "indiscipline" cases are hopeless cases. He was also a fighter as his last name seemed to suggest.  It may seem pretty unusual for a cook to take on such skills but if your profession constantly  habitats a person around dangerous objects such as knives and forks, some secondary skills may be honed via association.

In a vocal exchange of opinions, or just the mere dissemination of his employer's opinions, Hisdan proved to be the loudest on any occasion.  Whether it involved vocal admiration with a hint of worship of the chief chef or in trashing the spoons of his competition because they were yellow, his unparalleled gift was always on display.

The chief chef today made a brilliant meal. So brilliant you will divorce your wife so that you can eat here constantly.
The tangerines' meal was so pathetic, even on the day of judgement the devil will beg to be dissociated from them.

You need to eat our food.  It has God's stamp of approval on it.

Such a noisy marketer. And he took no prisoners. So loud, annoyingly loud that you couldn't ignore him. You had to hear or listen. Either way, your eardrums are never secure from his vocal marathon. I usually wondered if he had anything left to say to his wife after a long day at the office. His wife must either be a very patient phlegmatic or such a competitive sanguine. Either way, it helped him thrive where his culinary skills failed.