| A Night in Grill |
| Beep beep ding ding. It pulls me from my trance. What's it this time? Beep beep ding ding. Maybe a cheese, maybe a quarter, oh no, not another double! Beep beep ding ding. What the hell is that? Why can't you people eat ice cream? Beep beep ding ding. I'm going as fast as I can. Beep beep ding ding. Beep beep ding ding. Can you tell I'm crazy yet? |
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