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.

Vote here!
Private posts
Contestant Roster & Status
Game navigation))

Comments

[godhole]

I get that, I do, and clearly this is the easiest route by which I can demonstrate my value, but it's kind of a lot, you know? I want to get laid so I can stop thinking about grisly fast food torture-murder.

[partcompany]

Ah. Well, I don't know if any of them are gonna be into that. Not the sex part, I mean, I may have been a little drunk at the time but I definitely had a whole argument with Erika last game about how you can't just assume people aren't interested in casual sex, so who knows there. But I'm not sure they really seem like the type to try to avoid thinking about what's happening.

I, uh, do see how you could be in a bad situation here, though. A little traumatized? Maybe more than a little traumatized.

[godhole]

I'm not... traumatized. I'm basically already over it!

[pours himself a double]

I'm just annoyed. I'm annoyed and bored and my gang is acting like a bunch of stupid idiots.

[partcompany]

[Rhys tactfully does not mention that his gang kind of seems like they are a bunch of stupid idiots]

Okay, fully acknowledging the potential hypocrisy in this, but I am gonna call you on that one. It really seems like you are not over it, and perhaps you'd end up with less long-term emotional effects if you dealt with it in ways other than alcohol and sex.

[godhole]

Unless you're talking about cocaine, I'm not sure I actually believe you.

[partcompany]

I am not talking about cocaine. Look, look at this rationally. You are losing your ability to talk with some very hot women. Clearly you should address that.

...Though, I don't know if we have therapists here or anything.

[godhole]

I hate to admit it, but you have a point. I should do something about this.

I mean, obviously not therapy. A con job doesn't work on somebody who knows how it's done. But something.