I worked at a coffee shop when I was younger as a dish pig/kitchen hand. The chef was from Vietnam and used to be a border guard during the Pol Pot era. He told me he shot about seven border hoppers over a one year period, (zero fucks given) He said he didn't know if they were trying to escape the slaughter in Cambodia or trying to invade Veitnam. He always yelled at me to stay on my side of the kitchen, usally with a meat clever in his hand. But he was a good cunt that used to cook my lunch everyday I worked with him. On phone sorry about grammer.