*sees nothing happening* Sir are you alright? I'll get you another soup.
*Meanwhile in the kitchen* "Bloody David is putting hallucination pills in people's soup again, FIRE HIM!"
Waiter, there's blood, sweat and fingernails with a hideous odor in my soup!
well yes sir, I had to sell my soul to the demonic patron of filth, garbage, unmentionables, and telemarketing in order to get this job. (you don't what it takes to become a bus boy)