>>20974249If there's anything that the manager taught you in your five minute long orientation, it's this: If for whatever reason you can't fulfill a customer's request due to your own autistic limitations, you should suggest that they get something else.
You give the midget a nice smile as you try to send him down another road, "Trust me when I say I know what you like better than you do. And I say that you'd like to buy some Wench Fries...
without actually buying it...". . .
Midget Fawkes breathes deeply, a withering stubby hand pointing at your qt Lass coworker, "Anna.... gave me Wench Fries once... I HATED it...
without actually hating it..."Anna shrugs with a frown, "I-I'm sorry.. He came the other day.."
Deducing that there are no Filet-O-Fishes left, Midget Fawkes reaches inside of his cloak and takes out a flute, "The business consumer world... has once again....failed me... so... disheartened, I will now take action once more...
without actually taking it..""Is that your thing? Is that your 'running gag', as they call it?"
The flute-toting terrorist wiggles his fingers in front of your face, "I want you to do something for me... one final thing...lowly WcDonalds worker...
say "Something smells fishy here.", and you shall be permanently liberated.."A) Welp better say it, he CAN and WILL stab you with that flute.
B) You can TOTALLY come up with a better fish-related pun!
