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. ]

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Comments

[meatitfeedson]

Looks like someone made a real Mcstake

[glowshine]

A big McSteak.

[manuscripture]

[ slow clap... ]

[jinglebros]

[ LAUGHS ]

You're the best mom ever.

[meatitfeedson]

If a McSteak shows up on the menu, then I guess we know to leave it well alone.

[meatitfeedson]

I do what I can!

[glowshine]

Will it take the place of the McRib though?

A limited time bad day for your stomach!!

[godvicepresident]

Pitiful.

[The organizers are a clumsy couple. Everyone in this building is doomed]

[bookmarking]

That pun was well done.

[jinglebros]

The King is being bullied. I take offense.

[ Says the guy with the brand new tattoo of the King's face on his arm. Santa rolls his eyes and drawls out sarcastically, in a sickly sweet voice: ]

My poor darling~

[glowshine]

Good puns are all too rare nowadays.

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ A nearby TV screen sinks into the wall, and is replaced by a long metal tube with a rubber hand on the end, which slowly creeps out of the empty space. Upon that hand is a tray, and upon that tray is this. ]

[godhole]

[ At the bar, Dennis clinks a spoon against a beer bottle to get attention. ]

Excuse me, everyone. Many of you already know this, but three of us, including myself, have been through this before. I just wanted to say, if anybody has any questions about how all of this is going to go down, you're welcome to ask me.

[jinglebros]

[ Santa picks up the hamburger and holds it to his heart. This is a messy affair. ]

A love confession from afar?!

[exequte]

What's most important for us to know?

[exequte]

Are you really gonna eat that?

[exequte]

You might even say it was a whopper.

[jinglebros]

No way! I'm going to keep it for posterity.

[ Santa considers this and wrinkles his nose.]

That might get smelly, actually.

[jinglebros]

You do it your way.

[exequte]

You'd better find somewhere else to keep it, then, because in about a day anyone eating it will probably get food poisoning, and if you leave it out longer, it could start to contaminate everything around it.

[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. ]

[godhole]

Well, they're not bluffing about the murder thing.

[jinglebros]

That's the flavour of the new special sauce, didn't you know?