it was an impossible thing but the scent of his burning brain cells was the only thing the chef could think of as he found himself wishing to strangle the manager , and perhaps toss him into the open fire pit oven that took up a good portion of the kitchen.. from behind the manager , who was still angrily spouting words that may have had meaning , the chef saw the kid washing the dishes trying desperately not to laugh out loud as he continued scrubbing something hidden from view under the bubbles and foam covered water .