Stalecirca 1988.Here I am sitting listening to the screaming children and the distinct clicking sound of the buttons on the cash register being pushed. All of a sudden I hear the double doors being smashed. I hear a lady scream. A putrid stench comes lingering into McD's. I hear a voice grunt,"We are terrorists, give us all your money from your safe and your cash register!!!" I then hear the sound of a touch-tone phone being dialed, then many shots, probably from the terrorists automatic weapon. A glob of ketchup flies on to my table. "Hang it up!" a grunt states. Then another grunt says,"No one try anything else funny or that will happen again, only it won't be a barrel of ketchup!" I don't think they have seen me yet so I figure I must do some thing. I look for the first dangerous thing I find. Beside me I see a stale, cardboardish hamburger that smells like rotten cheese. Then I hopefully launch the stale entity. I hear a dreadful thud, then a squirt of blood shooting spectacularly into the air. A lady remarks shudderingly," Look it's lodged in his head!" "Quality control won't be too happy about this!"exclaimed an employee. I guess it was a little staler than I thought!
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