Day 2, continued

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Around lunchtime, the tablets and screens located all around the studio turn on, in the way that they always do when the mascots have something to announce. Unusually, however, there is no music, no fanfare; the camera is out of focus, and Ronald doesn’t even seem to be looking at it. Instead, he's turned to King, ]

—supposed to be 40! What the McFuck are you doing? Can you even count?

[ The King stares. ]

You gave out 41! The Colonel would never screw up like that!

[ The King stares. ]

And what's this, "Quarter Pounder or Whopper" garbage? Those aren't equivalent burgers, you fake-grill-line-adding piece of shit! I'd better not see this referencing this in your next ad campaign!

[ The King offers a Whopper. Ronald McDonald smacks it out of his hand. He starts to yell again, but cuts himself off, turning his head toward the camera. ]

—Are we rolling!? Grimace, kill the feed!

[ The screens switch off. ]

((lol I goofed, there are actually 41 votes to go around.

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Comments

[jinglebros]

...

Here, sis, you eat some first. [ He shoves it in her face. ]

[exequte]

I think I'd get cursed for even one bite. It was given to you, after all.

[jinglebros]

Fuck, you and your curses. Fine.

[ He eyes the burger like he thinks he's gonna die if he eats a bit. ]

[exequte]

Are you saying you don't believe in curses?

[jinglebros]

FUck shit hell goddammit crap - I believe in those curses.

[exequte]

It's almost impressive that even with everything that's happened you don't believe in curses other than that.

[jinglebros]

Yeah, well...

[ Santa looks uncomfortable. ]