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Yeah, right. Well, if he's not mad, then he should just order a goddamn burger.
"I'm going to!"
"Going to what?"
"Order a burger. A <span class="mu-i">goddamn</span> burger, as you put it." You start to believe that he is indeed, a psychic. Or at the very least, he can just figure out what you're thinking. Interestingly, the revelation that this freak can read your mind doesn't really frighten you. You have a very readable face; in fact, you once thought that if your face was comprised of only simple shapes and a mouth, Helen Keller could read your expression. You instead find yourself annoyed at this kid for wasting your time.
<span class="mu-i">Then DO IT ALREADY. Don't psychics have better places to be?</span>
"Sorry, yeah, you're right. I just find what people say versus what they think really funny. One Bigger M Burger, please."
<span class="mu-i">Okay. Side?</span>
"Mashed potatoes."
<span class="mu-i">Drink?</span>
"Could I have a medium chocolate shake instead?"
<span class="mu-i">Sure, it's a dollar twenty extra.</span>
"Yeah, that's fine."
<span class="mu-i">Okay. ... That's a Bigger M Burger meal with a medium-sized shake and mashed potatoes. Anything else?</span>
"Nope."
<span class="mu-i">Your total is $12.22.</span>
"Wow, that's a lot. Does that come with fries?"
Yeah, a medium-sized fries.
"Okay then." He pulls out his phone from his butt pocket and taps it on the card reader. It accepts. You are a little surprised; you figured that he would trick you or something. You don't know, psychics are like, magicians, right?
"We're... kind of like magicians."
<span class="mu-i">Does it pay well?</span>
"It can." Fuck this guy and his roundabout way of speaking.
>BE PUSHY. Are you satisfied?
>GO AWAY. Also, could you, like, stand over there? Like way over there.
>INQUIRE MORE. Does being psychic get you bitches?
>IGNORE HIM. Oh dude, you have GOT to see this dude's ankle. Grossest thing I've ever seen.
>WRITE-IN.
