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

[swampwitch]

Bodes well, doesn't it? We can only go up from here.

[...yeah she clearly has no faith in anyone]

[healerqueen]

[ he gives her a very brief look of ??? but doesn't otherwise comment on her being clearly inhuman ]

Oh, no, I'm sure there's much further down we could go.

[swampwitch]

[she has long since gotten over making ??? faces over people who aren't furries around here. humans! whatever. this may as well happen.]

That was the joke, pal, it's called sarcasm.

[let her joke in peace?? no her social skills and ability to convey herself are just at rock fuckin bottom]