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The large silver arched W welcomes you as the building behind it opens its doors.  Looking inside, you can see the tables and chairs set up quaintly across from the ordering area, where the menu above describes the many different burgers, shakes, salads, and the like.  Outside in the parking lot, you can also spot an area for vehicles to pull up and order through the drive through.

As you walk inside the double doors, you hear the voice of an employee saying "Welcome to McWinters!  Would you like to try our Carbon McFreezy milkshake today?"

*the queen after sitting and pondering for what seems foe a eternity prepares to order*

I will have 1 of everything. She says sheepishly.

In the foul recesses of the kitchen area, a harsh BEEEEEEEP resounds and echoes off the stainless appliances, indicating a new order has been placed. All attention shifts to the flat screen monitor suspended 8 feet above the floor in a corner of the restaurant.

The employees let out a colletive "AUUGGHHH" as they realize what they see is not some sort of computer error. The customer had ordered one of everything. And worse yet, the order was marked with the comment:  "PRIORITY: FOREIGN DIGNITARY"

The beginning of the end has begun.

*She then returns to mention she wanted a bunch of buffulo sauce as well for her nuggets*

*The strung out head chef can't deal with the pressure, and falls on his kitchen knife in his anxiety.*

A power vacuum!  The assistant managers recognize the opportunity quickly, and consolidate their power. The Warchiefs occupy different sections of the restaurant, with the daytime manager fortifying the office, the overnight shift leader claiming the prep kitchen and freezer, and the afternoon assistant manager controlling the strategic grills and fryers.

The customers look on warily. "My burger..." one offers hesitantly.

"SILENCE FOOL. THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS AT STAKE NOW. like my $0.75 raise..."

The spunky fry girl runs to the prep kitchen, ready to swear her fealty to the one true Lord of the McWinter. 

"You have the greatest claim to this place.  It is ours for the taking.  What would you have me do?"

The head chef's drugged out disappointment of a son awakens from his marijuana-induced nap to find that his father has committed suicide. Faintly he realises this is a bad thing, but all he can think of right now is his next fix.

As he walks through the kitchen, it is apparent that some shit is about to go down. He sees that many of the doors have been barricaded, and decides to take a hit of cocaine right on one of the stainless steel tables. He's going to need all his wits to survive this.

Head Manager Pengu steps into the back, seeing everyone whipping into a frenzy, including the one girl practically on her knees swearing fealty.

"I step out for one moment to get supplies, and the whole place turns into a zoo!" Pengu sighs as he looks at the order list.

"Good Lord in a winter kilt! Who on earth even eats that much food?!  WHERE'S MY HEAD CHEF?!"

He screams as he looks to see the head chef dead on his kitchen knife.  Pengu sighs as he shakes his head. 

"And here I thought he was a professional.  He didn't even use the suicide knife!"

He looks around the area to see different factions of managers as he points his finger.  "All of you quit this silly game and back to work!" He shouts as he looks around a bit more.  "And which of you is responsible for starting this power-grabbing game?"

Noting that the presence of a head manager would weaken her claim to power, she launches herself at him, hurling knives and grabbing the handle of a mop from its assigned squishy holder on the wall.

ummm....

*the changeling is getting anoyed waiting outside for her order*

Is the place closed or having a inspection or something...I have money! she shouts while getting bored waiting for her food.

Noting that the presence of a head manager would weaken her claim to power, she launches herself at him, hurling knives and grabbing the handle of a mop from its assigned squishy holder on the wall.

Pengu uses his head manager +1 ability to fire Anneliese before she reaches him.

"And I hope you like being homeless!"

Pengu sighs as he continues whipping up the food for the exceptional order, peeking out momentarily.  "I apologize for the wait, it will be a moment.  In the meantime, please have a complimentary McWinter Flurry!"

Pengu says as he hands the guest a flurry with candy on the top.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the delivery door.  Health Inspector Colberius X had just arrived for an unannounced inspection, and his clipboard and ballpoint pen were primed and ready.

Pengu looks worried at the arrival of the health inspector as he looks around the room and sees everyone still in a frenzy.  He quickly makes his way around to kick everyone into gear and look their best as he rushes up to Colberius.

"Why, what a totally unexpected surprise, health inspector!" Pengu says with a worried smile.  "I hope you'll find everything to your liking today.  Can I get you anything to start with?  Water? A McWinter flurry? Filet Mignon?"

I am sorry if i am impeding you job but i am certain senators are priority in being served.the queen re-affirms her status as first in line.

*she then hands him the MCWs flurry to the health *

I would be willing to share it all...

*she grows impatient slamming the counter*

IF IT ARRIVES WHAT IS GOING ON BACK THERE EVEN, I THOUGHT THIS WAS FAST-FOOD!!! she shouts reaching close to the pinnacle of annoyance.