Picture a really ghetto McDonalds in the suburbs of Orlando. A customer walks in and walks up to the counter where Chris is working.
Chris: Welcome to McDonalds
Customer #1: I'd like a number five.
Chris: That'll be $4.82.
Customer #1: It's Monday.
Chris: (sarcastically) Very good.
Customer #1: (irritated) aren't the nuggets .89 cents?
Chris: Yes.
Customer #1: So why is the meal so much.
Chris: The nuggets are .89 cents, not the meal.
Customer #1: (Even more irritated) Okay. I want a six piece chicken McNuggets, medium fries, and a medium sprite.
Chris: (Looks at the customer blankly) We can't do that.
Customer #1:Why not? Chris: You ordered a number five, you have to get a number five.
Customer #1: Can I speak to your manager.
Chris: Now a days everyone wanna talk, like they got something to say...
Customer #1: Is something wrong with you! I wanna speak to your manager! Chris: JC!
JC walks over to the register carrying a spatula.
JC: What is it!?
Customer #1: This young man told me I had to buy a number five, that I couldn't do it separately.
Chris: Young man? I'm old enough to be your grandpa!
JC: Well, "grandpa" what did I tell you?
Chris: How the hell should I know? You do so much crack, most of what you say is gibberish.
JC: (smacks Chris in the head with his spatula) don�t play with me Chris. dammit what did I say?
Chris: Ow, Bitch. You said the customer is always right.
JC: (raises his spatula in threat) What did you call me?
Chris: Nothing.
JC: That's what I thought. (Satisfied, JC starts to walk off).
Chris: (mumbles) Stupid crackhead.
JC: I heard that! (Starts to beat Chris repeatedly with the spatula).
Chris: I didn't say anything, I swear JC. You made my false teeth come out again. (Chris grabs his teeth and wobbles to the sink to clean them)
Meanwhile, at the drive-through...
Justin: Welcome to Micky D's yo, what you want foo'?
Customer #2: Huh?
Justin: Foo, what you want?
Customer #2: I can't understand you. Do...You...Speak...English?
Justin: Yo, is you gonna order or do I gotta come out der and bust a cap in yo ass?
Customer #2: (frightened) I would like a Big Mac.
Justin: We outta dat.
Customer #2: Okay, how about a Cajun McChicken.
Justin: we ain't got dat.
Customer #2: Fries?
Justin: Ain't got dat.
Customer #2: Can I talk to your manager?
Justin: (laughs) We ain't got one of those either.
The customer gets out of his car and goes inside demanding to talk to JC.
JC: Justin!
Justin: What up dawg?
JC: Say it and I'll beat you with the spatula.
Lance: Not the spatula. Don't hit me JC, I'll get you some free makeup. (JC hits Lance and Lance begins to cry). What was that for? You know I bruise easily.
JC: For being such a girl.
Lance: It's because I'm from Mississippi.
JC:(repeatedly beats Lance between each word) I never want to hear you say Mississippi again.
Lance: But they need me.
JC: No more Mississippi, do you understand?
(Lance just looks at JC with tears in his eyes) DO YOU UNDERSTAND!? ( JC raises his spatula)
Lance: Yes! Please don't beat me JC.
Satisfied JC leaves Lance crying on the floor in the bathroom.
Justin: Yo, JC dawg, he done it again.
JC: Who did what? Stop talking like that.
Justin: Dis is how we be talkin in da hood.
JC: Your not from "da hood" you grew up in a tralior park in Tennesse.
Justin: Yo, dawg, whatever...Joey ate all the fries again
tJC leaves to find Joey. he finds no fries and Joey stuffing his face with burgers.
JC: Joey!
Joey: I didn't do it!
JC: Where are all the fries?
Joey: We sold them
JC: I don't think your stomach could afford all those fries. What did I tell you about eating on the job?
Joey: I didn't know you meant food I thought you meant pus-
JC: Shut-up Joey.
Joey: please don't beat me with the spatula.
JC: (thinks about it) It wouldn't hurt you anyway because your so fat, so I won't.
Joey: Thank you JC. (Gives him a big hug)
JC: But you have to go sweep up outside.
Joey: No, not that. Everytime I do that people make fun of me. This little boy asked me if I rode the little bus to school.
JC: You did ride the little bus. Now Go!
Joey leaves sadly and JC starts to look for his spatula, which he can't find. As he's looking he feels a smack on his ass.
Chris: Bastard, now you know how it feels.
JC: Dammit Chris, give me my spatula.
Justin: Yo dawg, we ain't givin' you yo spatula cuz we don't wanna be beat no more.
JC: That's it! Your all fired!
Chris: I'm free. Look out Ethel here I come!
Chris, Justin and Lance run to their freedom, collecting Joey on there way out.
JC is left to do all the work on his own
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