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Michael Quinn
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« Thread Started on Mar 17, 2007, 10:47am » | |
The McDonald's cashier had a cold. That alone was enough to annoy Quinn, when he trudged into the small in-store fast food joint. Most things annoyed Quinn, even the most innocuous of things proved to be an irritant. It didn't help that he disliked the McDonald's cashier anyway, owing to the girl's ear-hurting screech of a voice. The screech was amplified by the scratchiness in the girl's throat and Quinn was hard-pressed to keep from telling the little wench to shut the hell up and just get him his food.
It was the girl's luck that she handed him the laden tray before he could open his mouth to deliver a curse-heavy reprimand. She offered him a metallic smile and he was reminded of the miserable existence of the high-school-aged workers. That thought remained in his head for all of ten seconds, then his stomach grumbled and he made his way to the farthest corner of the tiny dining area. He hated to be disturbed when he ate.
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« Reply #1 on Mar 18, 2007, 9:22pm » | |
Oh this would be too much fun. A McDonalds...At a Wal*Mart? Wonderful. McDonalds and Wal*Mart were his two favorite places in the world, solely because a lot of people went to both places, and the more people that were around, the more interesting people, and the more interesting, the mor epeople to mess with. He knew that, one of these days, he'd get his ass kicked, because of messing with the wrong person. But he honestly didn't care. He had too much fun to care about the consequences. Surprisingly, this hadn't landed him in jail, but probably would one day.
The small mcDonalds that day only had a few people in it. As Jeff passed, he was going to just walk past it, and not search it for people to mess with. After all- only a few people, would there really be anyone worth it? Then he spotted a guy that just had to be great. Judging by the voice of the manager chick, the guy had to be angry, or something. Jeff couldn't see his expression, but assumed it was..angry, to say the least. And what normal human being liked to be messed with while they were hungry? He walked past the McDonalds- just in case the man were to spot him and become suspicious- and walked in the other entrance, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, and approached the man.
Jeff cleared his throat, hoping to catch the man's attention first, then started humming stripper music as he started peeling off his shirt. "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts..." he sang as he pulled off his black windbreaker pants- revealing that, underneath, he had on a tuxedo-style man-thong- and started jumping around.
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