you're fired!
it's time to separate the wheat from the chaff.
you, my dear, are mutton dressed as lamb. this is a business, not the Chelsea bloody fashion show.
you piss my money down the drain, my finances are going to hell in a handbasket. why shouldn't i get rid of you?
you might be top-heavy but when you work for me what matters is what's upstairs. you're a lightweight. you're fired! get out of my sight.
right then. what was you thinking when you invested in so many pizza toppings? what was you doing? where was your bleedin' head? you say "give me another chance", i've given you three bloody chances. this isn't an institute of higher bleedin' learning. you're meant to be the best entrepeneurs in the country.