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It was time for Scrappy (as his father had so affectionately nicknamed him) to bring out the big guns. He proceeded to chop away at the ingredients at record-breaking speed, his concentration vastly enhanced by the dose of cocaine he had just taken. Within 15 minutes, he had done it.

He proceeded to deliver the order to the Changeling Queen himself. "Here you go, my lady. One of everything, with a generous helping of extra buffalo sauce for your nuggets. Please take this iPhone as a gift for waiting so patiently."

He had done it, he thought. In his drugged stupor, however, he had forgotten to wipe the cocaine from the front of his shirt. He realised too late, and hoped that it would go unnoticed as a bit of flour.

"What kind of...warzone...is this???" The health inspector's eyes are bugging out of his head.  "And is that man...dead???"

"What kind of...warzone...is this???" The health inspector's eyes are bugging out of his head.  "And is that man...dead???"

"What?  dead?! Haha, don't be silly!  He's just...uh...napping!  Napping on the job.  Of course, he's not going to have a job for too long since he's insisting on sleeping through it, don't you worry!" Pengu said through a nervous laugh as he walked the inspector to a table.  "Now how about I get you a complimentary Creme brulee to start off with while we prepare you the best meal you've ever had!"

He says as he backs up towards the kitchens, and once in the back proceeds to push everyone into gear.

Inspector I would recommend me sit down and eat before moving on to such dirty manners...

*she shoves a chicken tender laced in buffolo sauce down the inspectors throat*

I swear to you these are pretty good and we still have a whole menu to sample. she then winks and drags off the inspector to the nearest table to dine with her as the staff could have time to save there careers.

"Erm... may I have a double McWamburger with large- no HUGE fries?", asked a stereotypical hippie to the woman at the desk before resuming his seat in the corner.

"Yah, man, I've, like, totally been waiting for this, like, burger for over, like, 120 days, so yaaah.", continued the hippie after roughly 120 days.

After another length of over 120 days, the hippie began to grow slightly irritated with the service time.

The distressed delivery girl enters.

"Oh! There you are. We made a slight mistake with your order. We thought it was delivery, not dine-in. I looked everywhere for you. Literally. Everywhere else on Earth. Every continent. Mountaintops. Warzones. Uninhabited islands. Indiana. That's why it took so long.
Here's your triple McWamburger and medium fries. Might be a little cold by now, but we can heat it back up if you'd like."

"...Oh, and including travel expenses, your order will be $90,000."

The unnamed hippie simply states that he "would like to, like, cancel my, like, order now, my bro". He then added, "Oh, and I asked for a double, not a, like, treble."

"Lucky for you, we were out of treble, all I could find for you was this bass."

A comedic symbol crash occurs, the hippie looks Pengu in the eye, and he leaves.