Wouldn't that involve thinking?
With shoes!
One Cheeseburger please...
Yup.
But if the ants marched that way... *points*
Mayo?
No, just the cheese.
Can I get wine here?
Actually...
*death in kitchen*
Now we see the consequences of that path and redirect the ants...
No, not anymore.
Soda pop has pizz!
Wha?
With shoes!
There's more to the burger than cheese, sir.
Just gimme my damn change!
PIE! *dives inside napkin holder*
Was that Tom Cruise?
No, just his pants.
This table is sticky...
*table catches fire*
Yah! *dumps wine on fire*
Malicious little things, ants.
Sir, you'll have to wait a moment. We're moving the cooker out into the seating area.
Pickles, anchovies, and mustard.
On your fries?
PIE! *jumps into trashcan*
Can I take your gas?
I wish I had a million dollars! *steals charity box* CACKLE CACKLE EVILLY!
*cackles*
NOT YOU! *kills*
ROWR! *cat flies through window*
So that's another hundred...
PIE! *dives on manager*
Would you like fries with your nonedible plastic crap?
YAH! WALMART IS DESTROYING THE WORLD! I CAN'T BREATHE!
Sir? Fries with that?
*dies*
PIE! *dives on corpse*
*breaks gin bottle over head*
Welcome. To the Castle Fast Food. Where your nightmares, become realities! MUAHAHAHAHA! *dissolves*
Ants look cool crawling up the wall.
*bill and ted run in* Whoa!
