Ever since I caught my boss with a dead Pikmin between his fingers, a Pikmin he'd used as a sex toy, I've been telling him what's on my mind. How it was disgusting, inhumane, and that I was going to quit my job if he did it again. Vince, of course, retorted that he could do whatever he wanted because he's the boss of La Gueule de Saturne and Pikmin aren't sentient creatures. As a result, my "threats" had no effect on him. Even so, he promised me to never "rape" another Pikmin. I believed him. Why would he lie to me? How wrong I was.
Today, as I was about to go home after my day's work, I heard moaning coming from the freezer room. Vincent has always forbidden me to go in there. As the door is unlocked, I enter the cold room. I cover my mouth with my hands when I see my boss. The chef has his pants pulled down. A Pikmin is stuffed into his butt hole, like a sex plug. Another Pikmin is rubbed quickly over his cock. Vince moans and he cries with pleasure. He hasn't noticed me. As he cums, I don't hold back. I scream and bawl him out with insults. I tell him I'm fed up with his shit and, before he can say anything back, I throw my work uniform apron on the floor and walk out of the freezer room.
I leave La Gueule de Saturne without looking back. I return to my apartment. I never set foot in the bistro again, despite Vincent calling me every day, begging me to go back to work for him. He tells me that the Pikmin have been sad since I left, that they need me. My heart aches when I think of them, but there's no way I'm going back to La Gueule de Saturne!