Mike gets the chicken breasts seasoned and in the oven while Liam cusses out the vegetables. Mike doesn’t have a lot of faith in Liam’s knife skills after the third time he hears Liam mutter ‘fuck off’ under his breath, and turns out he was right not to. “You murdered those poor fuckers,” Mike says, looking at a mess of red wet pulp that was supposed to be slices of tomatoes. Liam grabs the carnage and shoves it in his mouth.
