>>36430419
[2/2]

“Bacon.”

The girl with the greasy, crispy red hair raises her hand, happy and bouncy as can be. “Yo, boss!”

“Cheese.”

The much more hotheaded girl with blonde pigtails raises her hand, reluctantly. “Here.”

“Avocado.”

UGH, WHY IS AVOCADO HERE. That green-haired little bi-

“Present~!” she says in a sing song voice.

Finally, Mister Brown looks up at you. “Ham, I don’t need to call your name, you’re always here anyway.”

You smile. “For eleven consecutive months!”

“One of which you weren’t even employed,” he says quickly. “Anyway, before we open up today. Let’s discuss Employee of the Month!” he says, trying to sound enthusiastic. Oh, you can do better than that, Mister Brown! “Right, today I’ll be in my office evaluating your performances, both today and previously throughout this month, and tomorrow I will be putting up the lucky winner’s picture on the Wall of Fame.”

He motions over to the Wall of Fame. Of course, since you are the bestest, most hardest worker, you happen to have all eleven plaques posted there, all with your lovely mugshot on each of them. Employee of the Month! And this year, it will be Employee of the Year!

He sighs, brushing his slicked back brown hair back. “Riiiight… Now listen, I know all of you might think Ham will get the title again, however…” Huh? “Maybe we’ll mix things up a bit.”

Avocado leans in, smirking right at you. “Ohoho~… I might sneak up on you, Ham.”

> “You’ll sneak up on no one!”
> “THE TITLE IS MINE!”
> “Well, good for you.”
> Other

>>36430426
what the actual fuck is this

>>36430426
> “THE TITLE IS MINE!”

>>36430426
>"THE TITLE IS MINE!"

>>36430419
Bacon-cheese-burger>all

>>36430426
>> Other
>"Keep dreaming."

AVOCADO BEST GIRL, THE REST CAN GO HOME NOW

>>36430426
>> “You’ll sneak up on no one!”
Back you knave!

>>36430468
>Not Advocado-sama

What awful taste you have, anon.

>>36430507
>an avocadopleb trying to tell others about taste
I was mixing my girl ranking(bacon) with my actual burger ranking(cheese), to be honest, avocadogirl is indeed quite cute, though I'm not sure I'd put her above bacon or ham.

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MURRIKA.

>>36430426
>“You’ll sneak up on no one!”

>>36430426
>“Well, good for you.”
Work harder you disgusting green slut!

> “You’ll sneak up on no one!”
> “THE TITLE IS MINE!”

You press your nose against hers, staring right in the eye. “You’ll sneak up on no one! Keep dreaming, avocados aren’t even a real topping on a real American burger! The title IS MINE!” She pushes against you, growling. You growl back like… like… something that growls!

A pig! Yeah, a pig!

“Settle down, girls,” says Mister Brown, clearly disinterested. “Anyway, today will be a toss-up day, so get to work, figure out a job between yourselves, and for the love of God, Bacon…” Bacon looks up from her smartphone, smiling. “Please don’t repeat last month’s mistakes.”

“Hey!” Bacon seems hurt, curling her lips and pouting. “We got the guy out of the toilet, didn’t we?”

“The Marines were not impressed,” he says. “Anyway, hop to it. We open in five.” He turns to his office.

“Right, everyone, toss-up day!” You clap your hands. “Shall we pick which job to get?”

Which job shall you perform today?

> Drive-through duty, you’ve never done it before, might as well see how it works.
> Frycook, you’ve done it eleven months straight, no need to change things up.
> Cashier, you’re familiar with it, and it gives you a chance to talk to Cheese.
> Janitorial, eh, someone’s gotta do it.
> Other

>>36430663
>Cashier, you’re familiar with it, and it gives you a chance to talk to Cheese.

>>36430663
>> Janitorial, eh, someone’s gotta do it.
I am tempted to do cashier to waifu Cheese

>>36430663
>Frycook, you’ve done it eleven months straight, no need to change things up.

>>36430663
>> Drive-through duty, you’ve never done it before, might as well see how it works.
We'll show them how great we can be even at something we've never done

>>36430663
We can do anything needed, assign the others to the jobs they're most suited to and take what's left, proceed to perform incredibly well.

>>36430663
>> Drive-through duty, you’ve never done it before, might as well see how it works.

> Drive-through duty, you’ve never done it before, might as well see how it works.
> Frycook, you’ve done it eleven months straight, no need to change things up.
> Cashier, you’re familiar with it, and it gives you a chance to talk to Cheese.
> Janitorial, eh, someone’s gotta do it.

Got your back op

> Drive-through duty, you’ve never done it before, might as well see how it works.

Bacon smiles at you. “Finally, someone decides to relieve me from the Drive-through, ya got some stones in ya, Ham!” She pats your cheek, happily.

… is-… was that grease on her hand?

“Anyway, do ya need mah help with it? I reckon you ain’t never not tried it before or nothing and I figure ya might stumble harder than a steer on an Alabamian storm in the middle of winter,” she says. Well, at least her strange accent is easy to decipher.

You shake your head. “No thanks, Bacon, I will be OJT and Johnny-on-the-spot with the drive through. I assume you and Avocado are familiar with frycooking duties?”

Avocado slides, smirking. “We sure are. And I’m sure we can more than double your production output.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, two people doubling one person’s output, that’s surprising, Avocado.” She snaps her teeth at you, causing you to flinch. That little fruity green-haired toejam eating jerk! She walks over to the grill and fires it up with Bacon.

You sit in the chair by the window, and put on the headset. Time to man the drive-through!


TWO HOURS LATER…


You are still manning the drive-through!

Bacon pokes her head into your booth as you patiently wait for customers to roll in. “Lonely in the drive-through booth, ain’t it?” She licks at her teeth, quirking her brow.

> “I’m patient.”
> “Please replace me.”
> “Come to talk, Bacon?”
> Write in

>>36431045
>> “Come to talk, Bacon?”

> “Please replace me.”

>>36431045
>> “I’m patient."
>> “Come to talk, Bacon?”

>>36431045

> “I’m patient.”
> “Come to talk, Bacon?”

>>36431045
>> “Come to talk, Bacon?”
This is not sabotage, I swear

>>36431045
>> “I’m patient.”
Alternatively:
> Write in
I am going to put you on a bun with eggs and cheese and eat you like a breakfast sandwich.

>>36431045
> “Come to talk, Bacon?”

> “I’m patient.”
> “Come to talk, Bacon?”

You cross your arms. “I’m patient, very patient, Bacon. Did you come to talk?”

She shrugs, leaning on the doorway. “Eh, Avocado’s working hard, so I ain’t much needed. Though, must admit, the notion of being employee of the month is killer. Yeah?” You narrow your eyes. SHE’S AFTER YOUR TITLE TOO! “I know that look on yer face there, and you must think I’m evil, doncha?”

“I have had the title of Employee of the Month for eleven months straight, I will be Employee of the Year!” You stand up out of the chair, triumphant. “Nobody, not even that cow-titted Avocado will stand in my way!”

“Keep it down back there!” yells Cheese. “I can’t hear anybody’s orders!”

“Sorry!” you say quickly. “Anyway, I-“ There’s a buzz over the headset. “Hold on.” You pull up the microphone. “Hello, welcome to McDougall’s, how can I take your order?”

The customer speaks through your ear from his car. “Ningependa namba tatu na fries kubwa na kuitingisha moja ya maziwa, tafadhali. Naweza tafadhali kuwa ketchup ziada kama vile?”

...

You blink. Are-... are they speaking in African?

“Je, wewe huko?”

Bacon tilts her head, smirking. “Need some help, tough guy?”

> “No, I have it.”
> “Yes, please.”
> Write in

>>36431383

No need for help.
He just said:
I'd like to number three with large fries and a milk shake one , please . Can I please have an extra ketchup as well?

>>36431417
I believe it and supported

>>36431383
>>36431417

>> “No, I have it.”
I believe

>>36431417
Run this through bacon, to make sure if we got it right.

>>36431534
I don't think Bacon speaks swahili

>>36431417
>google translate

Three large fries, one milk shake, and extra ketchup.

>>36431383

>>36431417
>>36431554
I support cheating!

>>36431554
>not having a translating machine with you while working at a drive-through

>>36431659
Meant for >>36431611

> “No, I have it.”

You snap your fingers. “You want a number three with large fries, a milk shake, and extra ketchup! Okay, I can do that!” You pull the mic up and lean out of the booth. “Number three with large fries, and a milkshake!”

Avocado is quick to hand you a bag. The bag is plain brown paper, and is dabbled with spots of grease, ah yes, the good old plain bag! You look in, the number three, a plain double cheeseburger and large fries as well. A milkshake is also handed to you as well. Excellent. You pull the mic down. “Please come through to the window!” And in just a few short seconds, the car, a very beat up Mercedes, rolls up. You hold out the food to the man, a very dark black man who grins at you with missing teeth. “That’ll be 5.99$!” He hands you the six dollars, and you hand him his receipt and a penny in return.

Ah, North Takoma, the place where there’s no sales tax!

He speeds off.

“Nice one!” says Bacon.

Cheese leans into the booth. “Hey, can one of you help me at the register?”

> “Sure!”
> “Bacon, go!”
> Write in

>>36431554
Meh, looks like I made a mistake.

>>36431716
> "Sure!"

>>36431716
>> “Sure!”
Bacon takeover

>dat google translate magic
I love it, I love it, I love it

>>36431716

> “Sure!”

I'm not exactly sure what the second option means, but I'm going to assume if we say sure, Bacon will take our place.

>>36431716
>> “Bacon, go!”
Use splash attack!

>>36431716
>“Sure!”

> “Sure!”

“I’ll go.” You pat Bacon on the shoulder. “Bacon, you’re on drive-through.” She smiles, then sets in her chair, kicks up her generous and curvy legs onto the desk and throws on the headset. That ought to satisfy her. You walk with Cheese down to the registers and soon, you’re standing at the counter. Before you in the main dining area, where tables are filled with the large, the gluttonous, and the most loyal customers to McDougall’s!

Everyone else went to the Twenty-Five Guys across the street.

But that is irrelevant!

The door blasts open. The earth shakes with his every step. His little white “My Little Equus Domesticus” T-Shirt is bursting at the seams, as if trying to preserve your sight as the fupa beneath the fabric ripples like the Pacific ocean. His shorts as well serve to cover up those giant tree trunk for legs, which look like they’re about to burst from the sheer stress.

And let’s not even get into his face. For some reason, he looks like a giant human thumb.

He walks up to your register, drooling. “Welcome to McDougall’s, can I take your order?” you say cheerfully. Cheese looks at the customer as if he has a penis on his forehead.

He drools, groaning a bit. “Give me two number 65s...” Yes, yes, the Big MacIntosh Burgers. “One Number 44.” Chicken sandwich. “Five number 222s.” Ah yes, the hashbrowns. “And... can I get a Monster Burger as well?”

...

The restaurant goes quiet.

You clear your throat. “P-Pardon.” Ah, you stuttered. “Did you say, Monster Burger?” He nods.

Cheese’s eyes widen. “Monster Burger?”

A customer even larger than the man you are serving struggles to turn his head around, but still he shouts, “Monster Burger!?”

Avocado pulls on her hair, terrified. “Monster Burger!?”

You hear a flush from the toilets. “Monster Burger!?”

[1/2]

>>36432280
[2/2]

You say, “Sir, we haven’t sold a Monster Burger since 1972!” You plead with him to reconsider. You do not want to remember the Burger of ’72! “Please reconsider.”

“Uh...” He nods. “Okay, give me two.”

...

> “I can’t in good conscience do that.”
> “Okay.”
> Write in

>>36432299
> “Okay.”
Can't be helped, I hope this man dies.

>>36432299

>"Let me double-check this with the manager."
>Proceed to do just that

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>>36432299

仕方が無い~

>"Okay".

>>36432299
>>36432341
this

>>36432299
>> “Okay.”

>>36432299
>> “Okay.”

>>36432299
> “I can’t in good conscience do that.”

>>36432299
>“Okay.”
As the customer wills!

>>36432341
>>36432379
Thirding.

> Okay
> Write in

You hold up a finger. Oh jeez, this will be something. “Okay, sir. One moment.” You motion Cheese to follow you. Avocado and Bacon watch from their positions as you knock on Mister Brown’s door. “Mister Brown! Mister Brown! We need to talk to you! It’s important!” He opens his door, looking a bit miffed at having been interrupted in his work.

“What’s so important that you have to interrupt my work?” he asks.

Cheese says, “Fatso back there wants a Monster Burger!”

Mister Brown quirks his brow. “So?”

Oh jeez, Mister Brown doesn’t know of the Burger of ’72, that Burger alone ended the Vietnam War! “Mister Brown, back in ’72, there was-“

“Hey, if the Monster Burger is on the menu, it’s on the menu. Serve it,” he says quickly. He shuts his door. Avocado and Bacon walk up behind you, looking scared out of their minds.

…

“Right,” you say. “We’re serving TWO Monster Burgers.”

> “We need to work together.”
> “I’ll do it. Wish me luck.”
> “Avocado, I hate you, you do it.”
> Write in

>>36432599
>> “We need to work together.”

>>36432599
> “We need to work together.”

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>>36432599

> “Avocado, I hate you, you do it.”

bitch ain't done shit

>>36432599
> “We need to work together.”
And look at it this way: if he dies, we take these bitches down with us!

>>36432599
>> “We need to work together.”
"Alright team! Let's go commit a war crime!"

>>36432599
>> “Avocado, I hate you, you do it.”

>>36432599

> “We need to work together.”

>>36432599
>> “We need to work together.”
Let's murder a fatso

>>36432599
>> “We need to work together.”

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>>36432299

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>>36430419
what the fuck is even going on right now.

>>36432599
>“We need to work together.”
That way, we're all culpable!

> “We need to work together.”

“We need to work together here, alright?” They all nod. “Cheese, get the patties together.” Cheese nods, running down to the freezer. “Bacon, go grab the bread and the toppings.” Bacon runs down to the storage. “Avocado! Go get the goat and the candles.” She quickly pulls up her map and looks up the location of the local Satanist cult, then runs out.

We’re about to see some serious shit.

“Here are the patties!” Cheese throws a giant glob of meat onto the grill, and it sizzles like a hot turd fresh out of a customer in the toilet. You grab your superheavy spatula, “Mister Flipper”. Mister Flipper, today is your finest hour. You shove it beneath the meat, and start pushing down on the handle trying to flip the darn thing.

It’s as heavy as you thought it’d be!

Bacon throws down the giant loaves of bread down on the counter. Back in the dining area, customers are starting to watch, while the huge customer waits patiently for his food, unaware of what is about to happen.

Avocade walks back in, a goat bleeting in her arms. “I’m here. Are we ready?”

> “As we’ll ever be.”
> “Girls, it’s been an honor!”
> “I regret nothing!”
> Other

>>36432956
> “As we’ll ever be.”
> “Girls, it’s been an honor!”
> “I regret nothing!”
in that order.

>>36432956
>> “As we’ll ever be.”
Don't die before the fatass

>>36432956
> “As we’ll ever be.”
HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS.

>>36432956

> “As we’ll ever be.”
> “Girls, it’s been an honor!”
> “I regret nothing!”

In that order please.

>>36432956
> “I regret nothing!”
I am not ashamed to say I red patties as panties for a moment.

>>36432956

> “Girls, it’s been an honor!”


Put on the shades.

>>36432956
>“As we’ll ever be.”
> “Girls, it’s been an honor!”

>>36433056
You too?

>>36432956
>> “Girls, it’s been an honor!”

We're going to live on!
We're going to survive!

> EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING

You nod, determined. “As we’ll ever be.” You pat Bacon on the shoulder, then nod to her, and she nods back to you. “I regret nothing, and neither of you should either. It’s been an honor, all of you. Except you, Avocado.”

She nods, smiling. “I hate you too, Ham.”

You throw on the ceremonial robes, then raise the goat into the air. The lights go out, shrouding you all in darkness, lit only by the candles which only illuminate the bottom of your faces. You raise your arms to the air. “OH COOKING GODS, GRANT UNTO US, THE MONSTER BURGERS TWO, THE GREAT HORROR OF THIS WORLD SO WE MAY THROW IT UPON OUR COSTUMERS, AND THEY MAY SUFFER!”

A trapdoor opens up in the ceiling, and the goat is sucked right out of Avocado’s arms and thrown up into the sky. Through the hole, a great beam of light falls upon the grill, blasting the patty with its powerful divine energy. The Gods have answered your call.

“Girls, the sacrifice!” You reach down past the hem of your skirts, and pull down your panties. You hold them up. For Bacon, red and white striped panties. For Cheese, a yellow side tie. For Avocado, a green thong. And for you, simple pink panties.

They are sucked out of your hands and fly out into the sky.

The patty is struck by powerful lightning, blinding all four of you, and the customers, and everyone else within a five mile radius.

And now, before you, sit two gigantic Monster Burgers.

…

Cheese says, “What was the point of giving up our underwear?”

> “NEVER QUESTION THE GODS!”
> “I’ll go serve up the burgers.”
> Other

>>36433293
> “I’ll go serve up the burgers.”
> And slap cheese for her heresy while your at it.
> Slap Avocado as well, just for good measure.

>>36433293
NEVER QUESTION THE GODS!

>>36433293
> “I’ll go serve up the burgers.”
Don't ask, just don't you really do not want to know. Even I don't hate Avocado enough to tell her.

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>>36433330
>>36433352


This.

>>36433330
this

>>36433293
>“I’ll go serve up the burgers.”
Don't drop it now

>>36433293
>>36433330
This anon knows where 'it' is at.

>>36433293
>> “NEVER QUESTION THE GODS!”
>> “I’ll go serve up the burgers.”
I like you OP.

>>36433330

Yep

>>36433293
>“NEVER QUESTION THE GODS!”
> “I’ll go serve up the burgers.”

This is surprisingly fun

>>36433293
>> “NEVER QUESTION THE GODS!”
>> “I’ll go serve up the burgers.”

>>36433330
>> Make out with Avocado as well, just for good measure.

>>36433605
Hatesex?

>>36433605

We tsundere for that green bitch now

>>36433624
Bestsex.

>>36430544
Thank you for posting that, I've been looking for it for months.

>>36433330
Combine this with >>36433605

> “I’ll go serve up the burgers.”

You slap Cheese on the cheek. “NEVER QUESTION THE GODS, CHEESE!” She slaps you in return. “Ow!”

“Don’t slap me you, you tit!” She huffs, storming off to the registers. You look over to Avocado, then slap her, much harder.

“Ow!” She rubs her cheek, a red indent of your hand right where you hit her. “What was that for?”

“No reason, I just hate you,” you say. You pick up the burgers. “Now listen, the Gods work in mysterious ways. Do not question why they want our underwear.”

Bacon pulls down her skirt a bit, blushing a little. “We’ll get ‘em back, right?”

“No.” The two quickly retreat back into the lockerroom. You pick up the two giant plates, carrying the two giant burgers. You slam them down on the counter in front of the customer, who stares at them hungrily. “There are your burgers, sir, that’ll be 299.99$!” He hands you his credit card, which you quickly ring up.

He holds up the first Monster Burger, drooling. HERE IT COMES. He bites down.

The explosion of ketchup, mayonnaise, cheese, and grease floods the dining area, nearly drowning everybody. You stand there, unfazed by it. The customer is quickly washed out the door along with the other Monster Burger.

Well, everything seems to have worked out now.

> Switch to Janitorial duties.
> Go to frycooking.
> Keep manning the register
> Write in

>>36433686
> Go to frycooking.

>>36433686
That was underwhelming.

> Switch to Janitorial duties.

>>36433686
>Go to frycooking.
Not cleaning up this mess

>>36433686
>Go to frycooking

We need to do what we know for a while.

Alternatively
>Fingerbang Avocado over the grill.

>>36433686
>Switch to Janitorial duties.

Should probably clean up that goat blood.

>>36433686
>> Switch to Janitorial duties.

>>36433686
>Go to frycooking
Lets work the grill

>>36433686
>Switch to Janitorial duties.
It needs someone stronk to do it right now!

>>36433686

>Fingerbang avacado

Now that we've taken care of the thong...

>>36433686

> Switch to Janitorial duties.

>>36433686

Janitor duties sounds like the perfect excuse to fingerfuck avacado.

>>36433686
Fingerbang Avocado

>>36433686
>janitor duties
>violate Avacado

We mask our lust with hate.

>>36433686
> Keep manning the register

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>“Welcome to McDougall’s, can I take your order?”

Is this what happened to the McDougall's after Outlaw Star?

>>36433686

>invade avacado

lets see how well that little tart performs her frycook duties under stress.

>>36433686

> Switch to Janitorial duties.

What's with the sudden surge of hatelust?

>>36433686
>fingerbang avacado

>>36433840
She's open

>>36433840
Summoning an elderburger makes me horny.

>>36433840
>tg
>quest thread playing as a girl
>surrounded by girls
>not expecting lesbians

It's like we hate ND just because he's the ultimate lesbian loving fa/tg/uy. It's a reflection of where we are going.

> Switch to Janitorial duties.

Much as you’d like to return to the grill where you belong, you decide to mop up all this gore, viscera, and other liquids that have been spread all over the restaurant. You grab a mop and a water bucket and start wiping. It might take a while to clean all this up.

Bacon flips down her mic, grinning. “Yo, yo, ‘ey! Welcome to McDougall’s! Can I take y’all’s order?”

Cheese nods, staring at the large customer who requested a “My Little Equus Domesticus” toy instead of a meal. “Look here, buddy. This is a restaurant, not a toy store.”

Avocado flips a burger. “Number 132, coming up!”

Ah, the noises of a crew hard at work! Mister Brown would be proud! He’d still make you employee of the month, but he’d still be proud. You sweep the water up to the bathrooms, then enter the woman’s room-

You open your eyes wide to see a giant amorphous blob of tampons, feces, blood, and abandoned children. It roars at you, baring its tentacles and growing sharp teeth. “Ah,” you say. “You’re still here.”

> FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!
> Sweep around him, it’s harmless.
> Eh, you can have Avocado clean this part.
> Write in

>>36434039
>Eh, you can have Avocado clean this part.

>>36434039
>> Eh, you can have Avocado clean this part.

>>36434039
>FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!
WE MUST GET THAT SPOT ON THE WALL! URAH!

>>36434039
>> Harvest the Deamonsoul
I didn't know the bathroom door was a portal to the Valley of Defilement.

>>36434039
>FOR MCDOUGALL'S DRIBE THE BEAST OUT!

We can't let Avocado take the glory!

>>36434039
>a giant amorphous blob of tampons, feces, blood, and abandoned children

I didn't ask for this.

>sweep around him
>around him
>him

wat

Also, sweep around him.

>>36434039
> FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!
Do you want to live forever?

>>36434039
>FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!
That employee of the month/year award

>>36434039
>> Eh, you can have Avocado clean this part.

>>36434039
>> FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!

>>36434039
>> Sweep around him, it’s harmless.

>>36434085
Fuck yeah, plague babies!

>>36434039

> FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!

This is important. We need more cred to our name, if we let Avocado handle this she might get away with employee of the month!

>>36434039
>Eh, you can have avocado clean this part

Alternatively
>"Hey Sven, I see you've acquired a few more fetuses since last time. I'll bring you some more secret sauce to drink after we close."

>>36434039
>> FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!

> FOR MCDOUGALL’S, DRIVE THE BEAST OUT!

You raise your mop up high. “FOR THE MCDOUGALL’S CHARMING FRANCHISE, BATTLE CRY!” You reach for air from your diaphragm and stick your tongue out. “WOOOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO!” The beast roars at you again, throwing spittle and blood upon your face.

You jump at it, stabbing it with the shaft of your mop. It roars in pain, it lifts you up by your leg and holds you in the air. You scream, trying to keep your skirt up and trying to stab at it with your mop. Things are not looking good for you! The beast has your number!

Cheese pokes her head in, glaring at you both. “SHUT UP IN HERE!” You both go quiet, staring at her. “Cooking Gods’ sakes, you’re louder than THX 1138 in here!” She shuts the door behind you.

You look at the beast again, and you two start fighting each other quietly.

Avocado pokes her head in, smirking. “Hello, hello, need some help?”

> “Go away!”
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>36434250
>“Go away!”

>>36434250
> “Go away!”

No way we're letting that bitch avocado steal the glory.

>>36434250
>“Go away!”
Quietly you cow

>> "Fine."

"I will owe you ONE favor. But we shall never speak of this again."

>>36434250
>> “Fine.”
But after she helps us we should steal her skirt so she can't walk out of the washroom.

None of the girls are wearing panties.

>>36434250
>> “Fine.”

>>36434250

> "Go Away!"

>>36434250
> "And how would you 'help', exactly?"

>>36434250
>“Go away!”

>>36434250
>> “Fine.”

>>36434250
Use your hatred of Avocado to empower yourself!

This hand of mine glows with an awesome power!

Its burning grip tells me to finger you!

TAKE THIS!

MY LOVE, MY ANGER, AND ALL OF MY SORROW!

SHINING FINGER!

> “Go away!”

“Go away, Avocado!” You raise your mop again. “This is my fight!”

Avocado nods. “Kay.” She shuts the door.

…

Wow, she took that rather well. You look at the beast, then crack your mop over its head. It wails, like a rancor from Star Wars: Return of the Jedi from the original theatrical release. You’re dropped down on the floor.

Your fight isn’t finished yet. It lashes its tentacles at you, spitting more blood and feces and spittle at you. You charge.


ONE FIGHT LATER


You step out of the room, your sailor minidress ripped to shreds, barely covering your bits. You’re drenched in water and sweat, and your legs are nearly completely bare. You hold onto the mop, dipping it into the water bucket where the beast now resides. He’ll be back in a few days, but it’s usually nice to keep him down when you can.

You should talk to the Janitor later about this. He needs to settle this.

You check your watch. You’re past the dinner rush, only a few hours left in the shift.

> Go to the registers
> Continue janitor duties
> Go frycooking
> Help in the drive-through
> Other

>>36434553
>> Go frycooking

>>36434553
>Go frycooking
Finish it off with something familiar

>>36434553
>> Go to the registers
while keeping your ripped outfit on

>>36434553

> Go frycooking

The worst ideas are the best ones!

>>36434553
>Help in the drive-through
Nothing where the ripped uniform can expose us to customers or hot fat.

>>36434553
> Help in the drive-through
Oh god, no frycooking!

>>36434553
>Go frycooking

>>36434553

> Help in the drive-through

>>36434553
> Help in the drive-through
Yeah, the fryer can wait...

>>36434553
> Help in the drive-through

> Go frycooking

Finally, frycooking! You flip a patty, letting it hiss as it sizzles on the grill. Aaaaah, that is the sound of angels and those weird stringy instruments they have in their arms. You place the cooked patty between the buns, and slide in the cheese, the tomatoes, the pickles, and spray in the ketchup as well. “One Number 782 ready!” You pull back your spatula and flick the burger onto a plate next to Cheese.

Cheese holds out the plate to the customer. “There, eat it.” He takes it, eagerly and goes to eat.

Bacon looks at you from within her booth. “’Ey, Hammy, you gonna get yourself a new uniform?”

“It can wait!” you say.

-

-

“Right, end of shift, gather around!” All four of you line up at the counter at closing time, with Mister Brown standing with you all. Mister Brown stares at you. “Ham, what the hell happened to your uniform?”

“Beast in the Woman’s bathroom,” you explain.

“Again?” You nod. He sighs. “I need to talk to the Janitor. Right, I’ve got the evaluations down, but tomorrow, it will be down to all of you arriving on time to the restaurant. Since you aren’t going to school tomorrow, I expect you all at 6 AM Sharp for breakfast. Got it?”

You all nod. “Got it!”

“Good, now get your shit and get out,” he says.

You all head into the lockerroom and start dressing back into your school uniforms. “Right, I’ll be practicing my speech for tomorrow, girls!” you say.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” says Avocado. “You are quite possibly the most arrogant person I have ever seen, you.” She flicks your nose. That little- “I can’t wait to humble you with my ascending to Employee of the Month!”

> “You’ll eat those words!”
> “Fine, fine.”
> Punch her in the breast
> Other

>>36434990
> “You’ll eat those words!”

>>36434990
> Punch her in the breast

>>36434990
>“You’ll eat those words!”

>>36434990
> “You’ll eat those words!”
Pants her! Well, skirt. I dunno what it'd be called, but do it!

>>36434990
> Punch her in the breast
Violence is always the answer.

>>36434990
>“Fine, fine.”

>>36434990
>> “You’ll eat those words!”
Literally, we're going to make a line of burgers speaking it out and we'll watch you eat it

>>36434990
> Tear open her blouse in revenge. She won't get employee of the month with a blouse with no buttons!

>>36435075
If that was the case wouldn't our destroyed uniform make us ineligible?

>>36435123
New plan don't do that

>>36434990
Brutally fist her!

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>>36434990
> Punch her in the breast

Tittypunch strong.

>>36434990
> Fondle her breast

>>36435123
O-oh...

ABORT, ABORT! New plan, new plan!

>>36435209
I support being the support.

> “You’ll eat those words!”

You stomp your foot, glaring at her. “You’ll eat those words! When I’m Employee of the Month, I’ll cook up patties in the shape of letters, and spell out the words you just said, then I’m going to force you to eat them, and you’re going to like it!”

“Ohoho~!” She does a little jazz hand gesture, smirking so smugly that you could swear she was turning into a politician. “I am so scared.” She throws on her school cardigan and grabs her bag. “My my~, you’re just adorable with how much of a tryhard scrub you are.” You glare at her as she steps out of the lockerroom.

Bacon wraps her arm around you, grinning. “Hey, don’t worry about her, that employee of the month stuff will be in the bag for ya, kay?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you say. “But that darn green haired jerk…”

“Anyway!” says Bacon as you walk into the parking lot. She hops onto her motorcycle. “I’ll be on my way, you have a nice night!” She revs up the engine, and immediately blushes as it vibrates beneath her. “Oooh lala~! Hello there!” She drives on, quickly pulling out of the parking lot.

Cheese looks at you, eyes narrow. “I ain’t kissing you goodnight.”

> Walk home with Cheese
> Go home
> Follow Avocado home, it’s time to sabotage her!
> Other

>>36434990
>Kiss her
AMBUSH TACTICS, GO!

>>36435342
> Walk home with Cheese

>>36435345
FUCK, NOW I JUST LOOK STUPID!

>>36435342
>WALK HOME WITH CHEEZ
I GOTTA GET MY YURI FIX SOMEWHERE!

>>36435342
> Go home
We should go to bed early so we won't be late for our award. Also watch out for avocado sabotage.

>>36435342
Walk with cheese

>>36435342
>Walk home with Cheese
She gets lonely at night

>>36435387
ALTERNATIVELY
>SLEEP IN THE TENT WE KEEP AT THE RESTAURANT

>>36435342
> Follow Avocado home, it’s time to sabotage her!

>>36435387
>>36435421
Why are you typing IN ALL CAPS?

>>36435342
> Follow Avocado home, it’s time to sabotage her!
Fuck this bitch shes going to get dropped, pick up a hockey mask and some skates and a hockey stick and beat seven shades of shit out of her.

>>36435342
> Walk home with Cheese

>>36435434
FOR THE GLORY OF MCDOUGAL'S

Also, I just took my pain meds, so I'm a little loopy. I'll stop now.

>>36435342
>Walk home with Cheese
We shan't stoop to the green haired ones level!

>>36435342
> Walk home with Cheese
But Cheese, I don't want a goodnight kiss... (Squeeze)

>>36435342
>Walk home with Cheese

>>36435438
If we're going to go to all that trouble, at the very least, we should challenge her to an honorabru hockey-duel.
Very common practice in North Takoma

>>36435342
> Walk home with Cheese

> Walk home with Cheese

You sigh, walking through the night with Cheese. “That Avocado, thinking she has a chance at becoming Employee of the Month…” You shake your fist as Cheese walks alongside you, not really paying attention to you. “She makes me sick! Who even puts avocados on a burger anyway!?”

“Spanish people,” says Cheese.

“Well maybe they should keep their avocados to themselves and stop bringing it over from the border!” says you. “Avocados… Only good for licking and fruit and other stuff. Not burgers!” You huff, crossing your arms.

Cheese nods. “Yeah.”

“You know what I mean, right, Cheese? I mean, cheese is good for anything! String cheese, cheddar cheese-“

“You don’t need to remind me of my many relatives,” says Cheese. “Thanksgiving is reminder enough.”

“Anyway!” you say. “That Avocado needs to be taught a lesson in humility! And that her laugh is annoying as heck!” You snap your finger. “Why, Gods reckoning, I’ll go to her house tonight and sabotage her chance at becoming employee of the month!”

“Sure,” says Cheese. With that, you arrive at Cheese’s house, which coincidentally looks like a giant cheese grater. “Right, good night,” she says. She leans in and kisses you on the cheek. “Don’t hurt yourself out there.”

You rub your cheek. Hmph, hurt yourself, why you oughta…

> Go to Avocado’s house
> Head home
> Write in

>>36435806
I like cheese, she's good people.

> Go to Avocado’s house

We are bad people though.

>>36435806
>> Go to Avocado’s house

>>36435806
> Head home

But first...

> Kiss Cheese goodnight. ON THE LIPS.

>>36435806
>> Go to Avocado’s house
Sabotage time

>>36435806
>Head home

>>36435862
>not forced happy yuri fun time
I still want hatesex.

>>36435806
>Head home

She can fix the sabotage over night if it's nothing special.

When we SHOULD be sabotaging is when she's going to work.

>>36435806
>Head home

>>36435806
> Head home

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>>36434309
I...

I think I see my old house in there!

>>36435806

> Go to Avocado’s house

>>36435806
> Go to Avocado’s house
So angry sex?

>>36435806
> Go to Avocado’s house
Spongebob antics time!

> Go to Avocado’s house

Hehehehe… You sneak up to Avocado’s house, which resembles a giant avocado. Such vanity from such a braggart! Thankfully, because she actually lives right next to your house (which resembles a pork slice), it’s relatively easy travel, and you can keep a good eye over her.

But you know what? She can’t go to work if she doesn’t wake up on time!

You crawl up her house, then come in through the window. You can hear the whizzing of water coming from the bathroom right next to her bedroom. Hehehe, she’s showering before going to bed! That’ll give you some time to grab her alarm clock and set it several hours back! You pick up her clock and start fiddling with the settings, hehehe…

And there we go, now it’s set to go off at 12 PM two days later! Hehehe, when she wakes up two days later, she’ll be in for a surprise!

Suddenly, you hear the water shut off. Oh no, she’s coming in!

> HIDE
> CRAWL OUT THE WINDOW
> Other

>>36436115
> HIDE

>>36436115
> Other

Jump out the window.

>>36436115
> HIDE

>>36436115
>> HIDE

>>36436115
> HIDE
Laugh at her stupid cowtits from our vantage position!

>>36436115
> HIDE
One way or another she will learn to respect us by the end of this night

>>36436115
> CRAWL OUT THE WINDOW
We can do dis

> HIDE

You quickly shove yourself into Avocado’s bodypillow… of you. Why does she have this? When did she get this? Oh well, she probably just cuddles with it.

Avocado bursts through the door, tugging on her bathrobe. “Oh hello, Ham… I see you’ve readied yourself to become Employee of the Month!” Oh jeez. She walks over, untying her robe, then letting it slip down onto the floor. OH JEEZ. She straddles you. “Oooh, you’re a bit more stiff than usual. Do I scare you?”

THIS IS GETTING WEIRD. TOO WEIRD.

She smirks, then gently kisses you. “I should,” she growls. “Because then I’ll be the Employee of the Month! And then you’ll have to be my junior! AND THEN I’LL BE THE BEST FRYCOOK IN NORTH TAKOMA! OHOHO~” She nibbles on the skin of the pillow, slobbering all over it with her drool, letting it dribble down your body.

The pillow’s body that is, you’re just so stiff right now, it is so uncomfortable.

“Hm, wait.” She quirks her brow. “You feel soft, but in a different way…” She grabs the end of the sheet, then pulls up, revealing you.

…

You grin, nervously.

“What are you doing in my room?” she asks, as if everything before hadn’t occurred.

> “Making sure you don’t go to work!”
> Smash her alarm clock
> Make a run for it
> Write in

>>36436379
>Blackmail her with knowledge of the bodypillow

>>36436379
FUCK IT PLAN B
>Initiate hatesex

>>36436379
> Write in
You're already dreaming nothing of note has happened.

>>36436379
>> Write in
PANIC. KISS HER

>>36436421
This

>>36436421
Eh fuck it why not.Supporting this

>>36436379
>Pretend we are her bodypillow come to life

>>36436421
lesbian tiem

>>36436379
> Make a run for it

>>36436379
> “Making sure you don’t go to work!”

>>36436421
Time for some yuri

>>36436421
DO EET.

>>36436379
>“Making sure you don’t go to work!”

>>36436379
> Smash her alarm clock

go away /u/fags

>>36436379
>>36436421
Kiss her!

>>36436379
>> “Making sure you don’t go to work!”
>> Smash her alarm clock

In that order please.

>>36436379
> “Making sure you don’t go to work!”

>>36436421
Supporting this.

>>36436421
What do we have to lose?

>>36436626
Our dignity. Our self respect. Our first kiss.

But I'm still supporting >>36436421.

>>36436663
You mean Avocado is going to lose those once we are done with her

>>36436663
SHIT THAT WASN'T A VOTE! I ALREADY VOTED! IGNORE THIS POST!

> Write in

UM.

UH.

You grab her cheeks, then plant your lips directly on hers.

She pushes you away, spitting and coughing. “Ugh, ew, what the hell are you doing!?”

“W-What!?” You recoil back, confused. “I thought you-“

“No!” She holds up her body pillow of you, which involves you in a very sorry state of dress, blushing embarrassedly. “I’m not in love with you! I’m in love with the body pillow.” She kisses the pillow on the lips, gently. “See, she loves me, and she doesn’t resist my advances, unlike you!” She kisses her body pillow again, this time on the breast.

…

What the hell is going on anymore. You grab her alarm clock. “W-well, I’m going to make sure you can’t wake up for work!” You smash it against the ground, proudly.

She places a new alarm clock on her nightstand. What? You grab that one and smash it down. She opens up her closet to reveal dozens of other alarm clocks. You quickly grab each one individually and start smashing them, one by one.

“Stop it! Stop it!” She stomps her foot. “You little peasant, it’s hopeless, I will wake up, and I will get there on time!”

> “NOT IF I GET THERE EARLY!”
> “Fine, I’ll wait you out then!”
> “NOT IF YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM!”
> Write in

>>36436706
>".....Wait......Advances....?"

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>>36436706

> “NOT IF I GET THERE EARLY!”

You tell 'em, Rigby!

> “NOT IF YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM!”

i-is this the murder option?

>>36436706
>Write in
Grab the body pillow from her and hold it hostage

>>36436706
> Write in

Wait. Advances? What do you mean by advances?

...did you try to hit on me?

>>36436706
> “NOT IF YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM!”

>>36436746
>>36436735
These, please.

>>36436735
Going with this

>>36436706
>“NOT IF I GET THERE EARLY!”
Not if you never left.

>>36436735
This

>>36436735
Time to make her get rid of the body pillow and try it on the real thing

>>36436735
this

>>36436706
Why are you so much like Squidward!

>>36436735
Go for it!

>>36436706
>“NOT IF YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM!”

>>36436735
this.
So far she is the only one who resisted our advances

>>36436735

this and start crying

...advances?

> Write in

You narrow your eyes. “... advances?”

“That’s right!” she says. “I’ve hit on you before, and you never returned my feelings!” She hefts up her body pillow. “And now I have found my true love, in this body pillow of you that I fashioned from stock photos of you from the internet and from lots of commissions from artists on the internet as well!” She kisses the body pillow again, moaning softly as she licks its lips. “Oooh~... Ham, you’re so soft.”

“Um.” You step back a bit, both a bit weirded out and slightly jealous. “Okay.” You hold up a finger. “W-Well I’ll be the first one to be early to work tomorrow! And you can’t do anything to stop me!”

She stops herself from having sex with the pillow to say, “NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT!” She charges at you, body pillow held high. You grab her arms and try forcing her back, screaming. You kiss her on the lips quickly, and she’s stunned just long enough for you to jump out the window!

You faceplant onto the ground and start running, laughing. Yes, you’re on your way to becoming Employee of the Month!

You slow down however.

... what the-... you’re in a giant ship-in-a-bottle! How did this happen!?

She walks up to you, now dressed out in her uniform but still carrying the body pillow. She kisses the glass goodbye, then proceeds to run.

AAAAHHH! You smash the glass open and run after her.

“Hahaha! So long, sucker!” she yells. Suddenly she steps into a net and is immediately hefted into the air.

“Hahaha, bitch!” you yell. You’re suddenly accosted by a traveling Jehovah’s Witness.

“Excuse me, do you have time to speak of the Lord?” he asks. OH NO, YOU’LL BE HERE FOR HOURS!

“Ohohoho~!” she waves goodbye as she runs past. “See you later, fucker!”

[1/2]

>>36436977
[2/2]

-

-

The crack of dawn approaches. You’re chained to the burning wreck of an M4A1E8 tank, and are forced to drag it along. Next to you, Avocado has been lashed to a statue of George Washington Carver, and is forced to carry him along. The both of you are at a snail’s pace. Every muscle in your body is crying at you to give up.

And finally, you do, collapsing. You hold up a white flag. “Avocado! Truce!”

She holds up a white flag as well, panting. “Truce!”

“I can’t take this anymore! Forget Employee of the Month, one of us is going to kill ourselves trying to beat the other!” you yell.

“You’re right!” she says. “Let’s save our energy for work!” You start undoing your chains, and she starts unlashing herself as well. The two of you meet in the center between the both of you, and shaking hands. “Right, let’s make an agreement, may the best girl win.”

You nod. “Fair enough.”

...

She stares at you with those crazy eyes, grinning. You stare back at her as well, grinning as well.

...

She’s going to make a break for it.

> Distract her
> Make a break for it
> Write in

>>36436991
> Make a break for it

>>36436991
>> Make a break for it

>>36436991
>> Distract her
Avocado isn't a real burger topping.

>>36436991

> Distract her

We do this Back to the Future style.

>>36436991

>given non-sexual cuddles

>>36437012

yes

GIVE CUDDLES

>>36436991
> Distract her
Do it by kissing her again

>>36436991
>Make a break for it

>>36436991
>> Write in
Avacado, before we both inevitably betray this truce, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were hitting on me.

Then
> Make a break for it
I'M STILL GONNA BE EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH THOUGH

>>36437053
Heh this

>>36437053
Go for the gold

>>36436706
>>36436977
>>36436991
Wait a second, minus the lesbian undertones, isn't this from a Spongebob episode?

>>36437093
Yep.

>>36437113
Okay, just making sure I'm not going crazy.

>>36437053
This. So much of this.

>>36437093
>undertones

>>36437053
Well, technically, this would count as a distraction...

Let's do it.

>>36437053
this.
But spank her for a stun before you go.

> Make a break for it
> Write in

You cross your arms. “Avocado, listen, before we break this truce, I just want to tell you something. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were hitting on me.”

She scratches the back of her head, blushing. “Aw, that’s sweet of you. I-“ You’re no longer there.

“I’M STILL GOING TO BE EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH, BITCH!” She races after you, and immediately the two of you are neck in neck, running down the sidewlk as you head to McDougall’s. The two of you keep running, running, running down children as they walk to school and old men as they cross the street. To heck with them, your record is at stake!

Finally, you arrive to see Mister Brown opening up the door. “MISTER BROWN!” you both scream. He looks over.

“Oh shit,” he says simply.

The entrance is blasted to pieces as you both charge in, trip over each other, and immediately end up on top of each other. Mister Brown stands there, the key still in his hand. Cheese and Bacon come in a moment later, surprised at the carnage and destruction. “Wow,” says Bacon. “Ain’t this a thing. Haven’t seen anything like this since the War of Northern Aggression!”

“Right...” Mister Brown steps in. “I suppose it’s time to announce our Employee of the Month! Yaaaaaaay!” he says in a very not-excited manner. You four stand up straight, you and Avocado especially ready to receive the news. “This month’s employee of the month is....” He holds up a plaque.

You take it from him, smiling. “Thank you, Mister Brown, and on behalf of myself I’d like to say-“

“Bacon.” He says. Huh? “This month’s Employee of the Month is Bacon.”

[1/2]

>>36437315
[2/2]

...

Bacon grins, taking the plaque. “Gee whiz!” She slaps it on the wall, and admires herself. “I look right proper handsome, don’t y’all agree?”

You and Avocado look at him, devastated, tears in your eyes. Mister Brown rolls his eyes. “Customers have agreed that she has a very friendly demeanor about her in the drive-through window. Now get to work and fix that door,” he says as he walks to the office.

Cheese whistles a bit as she heads to the counter. “Sucks to be you guys.”

“Awww,” Bacon walks past you, smiling. “Maybe next month, Ham!”

...

You and Avocado look at each other.

> “HOLD ME!”
> Cry
> “This sucks!”
> Write in

>>36437337
>“HOLD ME!”
> Cry

>>36437315
>War of Northern Aggression

Be still, my beating heart, for Bacon has stolen my sides.

>>36437337
>“This sucks!”

>>36437337
>>36437350
I second this

>>36437337
>Write in
Slap Avocado's ass in frustration

>>36437337
Still did better than you

>>36437337
>HOLD ME

>Write-In: Avocado...If you're willing, I want to give us a shot.

>>36437380

this

>>36437380
2nd

>>36437380
Yep this definitely

>>36437337
Its your fault.
Bitch

>>36437380
No.

>>36437380
100% this!

>>36437337
>> “HOLD ME!”
>> Cry

>>36437380
Fuck it, it's a one shot, anyways.

This.

>>36437393
>>36437404
>>36437420
>>36437451
>>36437481

We p/u/re now.

>>36437434
Ur gay

>>36437380

Fuck no, don't do this.

I hope she says no and says she's gonna fuck the pillow instead.

>>36437337
>> Write in
So wanna fuck?

>>36437481
Say it ain't so.....

>>36437492
Well, we were riding on the /u/boat for long enough we might as well join the crew.

>quest starts about something irrelevant
>discovers character's magical realm
>/tg/ jumps at it FOR /U/ FOR THE /U/ GOD and forgets about the main plot
>every time

>>36437542
I like /u/ but even I'm getting annoyed at tge frequency of which it happens

>>36437542
I told you man, I told you were were all NiceDaemonette deep down.

>>36437542
It's a Schteel quest, what do you expect?

>>36437542
>and forgets about the main plot
What main plot?

>>36437380
Do it.

> Write in

You sniffle a bit. “Um, Avocado. Listen, if you’re willing.” She looks down on you, sad. “Maybe we could give us a shot? At least until the next Employee of the Month?” You twiddle your fingers, pouting.

...

“Ohoho~! No!” She hefts up her body pillow, grinning as she walks over to the locker room. “If you’ll excuse me you little peasant, me and my pillow happen to have some unfinished business to attend to!” She enters in, and locks the door behind her. As soon as that happen, you can hear some rustling, and some very loud moaning from inside.

Ugh, you kind of wish you were that pillow now.

Cheese pats your shoulder. “Hey, you know what they say, keep on the sunny side, right?” You shrug.

Bacon smiles. “Yeah! We got more customers to wrangle and more patties to flip!” She hands you your spatula. “Do what yer here for, and ya won’t go wrong, yeah?” You smile, feeling much better now with your friends by your side.

“Right, keep on the sunny side!” You present your spatula up high. “MCDOUGALL’S FOREVER!”

The wall explodes, apparently missing the fact that the door was busted open. Upon Segways and brandishing giant greasy bags of fries and melted cheese are the girls from the Twenty-Five Guys across the street! “Think again, McDougall’s, not when Twenty-Five Guys shifts into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!” they scream.

“Twenty-Five Guys, your reign of terror ends here!” you scream. Bacon and Cheese step back, deciding to bow out of this zaniness. You charge, wielding Mister Flipper and another spatula as they charge at you with their segways.

TO VICTORY!

>> THE END <<

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>>36437640

>not a yuri ending

this is not a victory

>>36437640
Thanks for the quest boss

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>>36437640

Thanks for the quest.

Actual best birthday gift.

>>36437640
You complete bastard.

I both love you, and hate you.

You're like Schrodinger's QM.