>>17743339Pretty good, but heres a take on Mori that hopefully burgers can understand.
Imagine applying to the 100k$+ McDonalds fry cook position on a whim. You get hired because your resume says you can speak Ronald McDonalds, and that youve spent 4 years making dope breakfast w(raps). They even feature a new wrap on the menu just for you, called the live again wrap. With this gracious gesture, all you have to do in return is cook the standard McDonalds menu to order, a really nice and easy gig.
You debut and youre an instant hit. People pour through he drive through ordering the live again wrap. Handing you red 100 dollar bills. Youre nearly moved to tears by all this, as the US and Canada battle it out for most dollars spent. Three weeks go by though and you decide its not enough. Cooking the standard menu just isnt "you". So you start adding or subtracting ingredients from the food as you please. One man came by asking for a number five large. As you hand the food out the window you say "big ups my dood" and remind him of how good the burger king whopper is and how you think BK is the coolest. The man thinks this is weird but he moves along.
You continue in this manner for some time. Some are put off by it, others think its dope. You even bring in a small number of new customers not tied to the McDonalds experience, having only dealt with you. But one day someone comes to order a BigMac meal with a large Coke. As they drive off and bite into it, they find its a beef taco full of churros. They frantically try to wash the awful flavor down with their drink, only to find its a mixture of cough medicine and Sprite. They drive back through to the window and politely ask you (a very tall pink haired woman, wearing a tshirt that has yourself getting fucked by Colonel Sanders while McCucks cry) why their order is beyond wrong. You simply reply "This is just me giving 5%. I wanted to collab with Jack In The Box, but management wouldnt let me pop the bubble. Ya boi is just bein real dawg, trying to have fun while shits burnin and all. If your gonna to have a problem with the food. Dont bother coming back, this place clearly isnt for you. And if you try to order again ill just give the money to my boy Jack. PEACE!" The person in their car is now livid. But you just point to the shirt and give a thumbs up. You sit there watching them as they go to yell and scream at the Best Girl statue in the lobby. Their face veins bulging as the statue just sits there, left leg crossed with his right arm on the back of the bench, as if beckoning you to sit with him for a photo. Unable to understand the engrish being spoken by the irate customer. You turn to get back to work with the fleeting thought "Why would anyone come to McDonalds to get McDonalds food? Its just ridiculous".
But more and more people start coming back through the drive through with complaints. You cant wrap your head around it. Its making you mad. You check the McDonalds forums and people are speaking harshly about how you conduct yourself as an Idol employee of McDonalds. Its so confusing that you decide to make a rickety food stand out in the parking lot selling W. G. W wraps, as you speak your mind within earshot of the building. Cussing out how its bullshit that you cant do what you want. That the people complaining are just bringing you down, if youre unable to fight back. That people only go to McDonalds for the food and not for you and your wraps. Your fed up and at your wits end. You dont know what to do about it and nothing you do makes it better. Your face is pic related as you ponder your future.
