Chefs and cooks scattering as a fight is taking place in the kitchen.
Good people listen: this is a small containment of probably tired, most likely angry, and definitely hungover professionals (armed with a variety of sharp, stabby instruments) that are working their ass off on deadlines... YOU DID NOT JUST KNOCK OVER MY TRAY OF 700 PETIT FOURS FOR TONIGHTS RECEPTION!!!
MOTHER! FUCKER! Would most likely be followed by a royal (icing) ass kicking.