McDelthion's

[The Skarzs]

*Detatches fryer.* I need an angle grinder now. . . Cut this stupid thing off.

[Groddil]

Angle Grinders are a serious hazard. There are no Angle Grinders in McDelthions. Hell's Kitchen might have one, though.

* Groddil switches the frier to battery mode, so it continues to cook Skarzs.

[The Skarzs]

I'm going home to get mine.

[Groddil]

And how do you expect to get from East Australia to North-west America? Potatoes can't get apply for a passport.

[Luftwaffles]

And how do you expect to get from East Australia to North-west America? Potatoes can't get apply for a passport.

That's racist.

[The Skarzs]

How dare you assume my species.

[LT Sandpaw]

I still! Haven't! Gotten! My! Order!

That's it, I'm giving McDelthion's a half star rating and a scalding review on yelp.


*Types* Still havent recceeved order! FoOD walking a round stor complaining!1!! This place is totally worst!1!!!1!!

[Lady Amber]

*Grabs Sandpaw's phone, crushes it with my foot, and throws it out the window* IF YOU AREN'T WILLING TO WAIT THEN BEAT IT, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!

[Groddil]

IF YOU WANT FANCY FOOD, GO TO HELL'S KITCHEN! EITHER WAY, GET OUT OF MY RESTAURANT BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO BURGER MEAT!

* Groddil hits Skarzs in the kneecaps with a shovel.

I don't need to assume. You are a potato, so shut up and cook.

* Groddil cleaves a large strip of flesh from Skarzs' arm and tosses it into a spare frier.

[Russa Nodrey]

I totally ship you and Amber now.

[The Skarzs]

Freaking Amber already cut off my legs. Now let me walk on my hands home in peace. *Walks home on hands.*

[Russa Nodrey]

*Watches a potato walk home on it's hands* *Is greatly disturbed*

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Wait, so is Skarz just Mr. Potato head? Or Mr. Potato Troll to be Politically Correct

[The Skarzs]

Somehow they're mistaking stone for potato.

[Luftwaffles]

I wonder if Delthion eats at McDeltion's.