Too Many Cooks!

"So, that the ‘ducer?" Inquired the Boss.

"This the ‘ducer." Frank said and held up his left wrist so the Boss could see the green light on the Bracelet.

"Good, okay, but how do we know its safe?" Said the Boss. All the guys nodded their heads in unison.

"We’ll all try it." Frank poured some galactose into a cup.

"Looks like sugar." Said the Boss.

"Exactly, everyone put a finger in." Frank popped his galactose-coated finger into his mouth. Everyone else followed. "Starting to feel good, right?"

"Yeah," everyone started to smile.

"But cooking with it makes it even better." Frank held up his wrist to the Boss. The Boss’s smile got bigger.

"Go ahead."

"Well, it’s best if I make the fish "Blackened" It can get real smokey, so we need the door opened."

"Okay, boys do it." The Boss sang.

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"Almost done." Frank turned the fish over one more time. It sizzled and smoked. "Get a plate. There’s enough for everyone. Come on, get a big piece."

"But I don’ like fish."

"You will with this one." Frank smiled as he divided the fish evenly. "Everyone eats. You too Eric, stop sulking over there."

The guys ate greedily. The Boss was cautious at first, then wolfed down his fish and looked for more. Frank and Eric ate their portions more slowly. The guys smiled, the Boss smiled, Frank smiled, Eric was perplexed.

"Okay, guys," Frank waved at the gangsters, they waved happily back. "Now throw all your weapons out the door."

Guns, knives and trazers flew out of the room.

"Now go sit in the corner." Frank pointed to the back of the room. They did just that with sleepy smiles.

"But what?" asked Eric.

"I made a special virus for the mob. I infected these guys with it every time they came around." Frank walked to the door. "It has a special promoter that gets hyper-active when the galactose is caramelized. I also included some genes to make them do what I say."

"Wow, but won’t they come after us when it wears off." Eric looked back at the guys from the doorway.

Frank shook his head, "No, the induction for them is like a chain reaction. It just gets bigger and bigger. They’ll die happy at least."

"I guess we can start a new restaurant?" Eric asked after Frank.

"Nope, the old one will do just fine." Frank was down the hallway.