Hey guys, unless you have a huge problem with it, I will edit a votecount into the first post on every page if I am unable to make the first post. Also...it's flavor time
Shake picked up the phone and sprung into hot, salty detective action
CLERK. Hello?
SHAKE. Yes, this is Master Shake. I'm going to need five million dollars, a rocket ship, seven laser guns and... Magnum sized condoms. No, bazooka size!
CLERK. We don't have any of those things.
SHAKE. Just put them on my tab.
CLERK. We don't do tabs. Or sell laser guns. Or any of those things, really.
SHAKE. What kind of equipment lab are you?!
CLERK. This is a Waffle House.
SHAKE. What is your name?! I'm going to call your supervisor.
CLERK. No.
SHAKE. Wait!
CLERK. ....
SHAKE. Get me...a hoagie!
CLERK. We're a Waffle House. We make waffles.
SHAKE. Do you need an address, or...
CLERK. We don't deliver.
SHAKE. Well could you send a car to get me, then, I assume that you do that?
CLERK. No. You have to come here.
SHAKE. I will accept no less than a mercedes benz limousine.
CLERK. I'm hanging up now.
Click.
FRYLOCK. Did you get anyone to help us?
SHAKE. Yeah... they're on their way.
FRYLOCK. Who?
SHAKE. The ...um...pony express...of...doom
FRYLOCK. You called a damn restaurant again, didn't you?
SHAKE. You shut your mouth!
FRYLOCK. Well I guess I'm gonna have to call in help myself!
Frylock floats off
Shake is very sad because of his failure and complete inability to dial the right number