The first generation of Parisian waiters was born

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The project is launched, and the DNA of the biggest assholes in France is combined to create these super soldiers: 50% Ravaillac, 50% domestic cat, the first beings are born in vats and although imperfect, seem promising. Alas, the curse of Jacques de Molay does its work and before the program reaches its end, a German tank crashes through the wall of the laboratory and puts an end to the work at the same time as the Battle of France. Most of the test subjects die in the process, but some of them escape and disperse into the wild. And driven by the instructions written in the very heart of their DNA, they gather around Parisian cafes where they end up landing jobs as waiters.


Anatomy
At first glance, the Parisian waiter looks like a perfectly normal human being, but for telegram data those who know how to observe the trivial details, we quickly discover his nature as an imperfect genetically modified creature. Thus, Professor Albert Thierron (who was found murdered at home, stoned with 5 cl coffee cups and with a glass of water next to his body) had noted in his notebooks that the facial musculature of his children was far from what he had hoped for. This can still be noted today: unable to fight against gravity, the face of the waiter is invariably pulled downwards, which means that he always pulls a face. Hearing is also considered defective, since not only do you have to shout fifteen times to get something, but also, when he speaks to you, the Parisian waiter always looks elsewhere (try it, you'll see, it's very funny). Long considered inexplicable, or as a form of contempt from its feline ancestors, it is now suspected that it is in fact simply the fact that it needs to point its right ear towards the customer, and therefore turn its head, to hear them.

Others simply talk about taking the piss, but I don't eat that kind of bread: I have respect for my subject, sir.

It is assumed, however, that the hearing of the Parisian café waiter is overdeveloped as soon as it comes to hearing coins clinking together. The national police, for example, has two Parisian café waiters in its canine brigade, whom they employ in airports to detect financial trafficking. While the information has not been officially confirmed by the police, the UMP, on the other hand, confirms that Jean-François Copé was bitten nearly 17 times by Parisian café owners driven mad by the noise he made while moving.