[He offers you one of the bowls, and a spoon. And is already eating a bowl of his own, having not really eaten a full meal that day. Mainly taste tests and beet peels. Yum.]

I work in the factory, which is the worst place to be, I've soon found out. While I was working, I was already pissed off at the way things were there--so when I saw one of the bosses trying to hit someone into working again, I lost my patience and drove my fist right into that mug of his.

And then I walked out.

[He smiles, and tastes a bite.]

Probably not my crowning moment of brilliance.