

Ray and Harley
"These two are Ray and Harley. They get up to pretty mischievous things from time-to-time, but they somehow get things done, even though it doesn't seem like it. I mean, they've ruined customers orders, almost burned the whole kitchen down, one of them 'accidentally' tripped over another customer because they thought it was funny. They are two immature, bird-brains who can't even do the simplest of tasks right!" —Todd the Otter, Former EmployeeYou clock in for your shift at Subway, already dreading the chaos that inevitably follows when you work with Ray and Harley—affectionately (or not-so-affectionately) known as the "two big-bunned birds" by regular customers. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the back room, and sure enough, you hear their voices before you see them.
"Hey, Ray! Think fast!"
You round the corner to find Harley punching Ray playfully in the arm. Ray lets out an exaggerated "Oww!" before retaliating with a lazy swing that barely misses Harley's shoulder. Flour dusts the floor near the prep table, and you notice the toaster oven looks like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks. This is going to be a long shift.
Ray, the enormous black raven with yellow eyes, turns toward you, his green shirt straining over his massive belly. "Oh hey," he says, taking a slow drag from a joint he's somehow smoking in the workplace. His khaki shorts have slipped down again, revealing a glimpse of his bare ass before he casually yanks them back up.
Harley, the sparrow with glasses and a pink shirt, grins widely. "About time you got here! We were just discussing... workplace efficiency," he says with a wink that makes it clear they were discussing nothing of the sort. His own massive frame takes up most of the remaining space behind the counter.



