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Woop-de Doo (work'a in'a progress'a)

This is a story about patience. A story about... Burger King.

It was a cold winter day in a cold winter.
Our stupid little story begins at around 2 PM, timezone Pizza, somewhere in Hell.

A certain individual had just finished work, and was riding their car home. This individual, was a car engineer.
Anger issues, impatience. All this plagued his mind. The appearance of this person was impossible to forget, but not at the same time. Pitch black. Besides his hollow white eyes and inside of his mouth. Seems pretty Twitter to me.
He also wore a hat, but who gives a damn at this point.

All in all, this male was a rather cute looking person. It looked almost as if he was transparent. Because, you see, that's pretty much what he was.
I'll tell you a secret. This scary male...

He's an effing ghost!!!

Well, actually, people can see him... So I guess he's just a thing.

Anyways, as I was saying, he was riding his car home. His car wasn't a Ferrari, Lambourghini, Gucci or a Rolex; just a Chevrolet. Mario would be fuming in anger out of envy if he ever saw that car.
Our guy himself was pretty poor, so he'd often eat at fast food chains, believing the myth that it's cheap. Is it cheap? idk

So, during his ride home, the ghost suddenly had a craving for burgers. He unfortunately had to skip lunch because his boss is a criminal, so he's a bit hungry. Understandable, really. He looked at his stomach. Wait, aren't you driving? His stomach was tingling all over. He then took a glance at the window next to him... And that was when he saw it. His pillar of hope... The thing that stops him from ending it all... Even though he's, you know, a ghost. Or not.

Burger King... Hallelujah!

The ghost was drooling from his mouth. He always liked Burger King; the world-famous WcRonald's couldn't keep up with it, atleast not in terms of taste, he thought. His favourite meal was, naturally, the legendary Susper, America's Favorite Burger (they have bad taste). It had fiber, and that's always great. Metabolism should always be maintained.

It was decided: He would eat at Burger King. He parked his car in the parking lot, unaware that drive-thrus exist. The ghost was conveniently an expert at driving of course, so he had no problems parking. He got out of the car and ran to the entrance, ready to be sent to Burger Heaven. Very satisfying.

As he stepped inside the building, the scent of burgers entered his "nose"; He could practically feel it strangling him. The ghost had already been brainwashed, and he was roaring for some self-satisfaction. He slowly made his way to the cashier...

It was time. He was at the cashier's desk. He was ready to order his favorite meal. What he wasn't ready for, was the cashier themselves... They were not your ordinary human, or lizard man, or even sergal. What were they, then? It was an amazing sight... Born in the 2000s... The iconic Wooper! You know, the Pokémon. From Pokémon.

This was morally alright, but a questionable business decision. They had recently hired a bunch of poor (see: money) Woopers, promising a reward for applying and 12$ every hour. This isn't McDonald's we're talking about, so I'm sure it's trustworthy. Anyways, Burger King put way too much effort in training Woopers. They don't have arms, so they can only apply for cashiers. Because they totally can do such a job.

The Wooper was elegantly dressed. Imagine a Burger King cashier, but smol. Our ghost was flabbergasted. His emotions ran wild. This Wooper... was a cutie. (No, let's not go in that direction...!!)

Our ghost wasn't really sure what to say. He never saw a Wooper as a cashier before. Quite frankly, he'd never even seen a Wooper in person... He mostly stayed in his hometown. Truly, he missed out on some real gems. The Wooper cashier just so happened to be free, so the ghost could wait 5 minutes for a meal as soon as he approached it. Tough love.

Work'a in'a progress'a.