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[boomerangsquad.livejournal.com]

[drive up to a Burger king, and you hear a bored voice over the intercom]

Welcome To Burger King, can I take your order?

[ooc: feel free to harass him :D]

Comments

[youaintcuzunot.livejournal.com]

Okay, then... I'll have onions in a tray? I mean, come on. It's only a coupla onions. Nothing big.

Sasuke, I'll eat your Whopper for you then, douchebag. Didn't need to ask.

[boomerangsquad.livejournal.com]

See, it's more the fact that we don't just sell onions. You can buy a bunch of burgers, and take off the onions?

[infrareds.livejournal.com]

[... a pause and then he gets back on]

Then you might as well say that the whopper is for you.

[youaintcuzunot.livejournal.com]

[SOKKA I'M SO SORRY LMFAO AHAHAHAHAHA] What the fuck!!! I want some onions!!! [manly noise, throws a hot dog at the intercom] I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR MANAGER

Also, I want that Whopper with EXTRA ONIONS.

[boomerangsquad.livejournal.com]

[sigghhhhhhhh] Okay, one minute.

[pause, weird noise as if he's shaking cups around, a new mysterious voice arrives :3]

Why hello good customer, this is the manager speaking [pfffffffft totally Sokka in airshipcaptain!voice]

[youaintcuzunot.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Manager? This guy won't give me some pickles. I mean, onions. It's totally rude, man. I want some onions. I've been wanting onions all day, and I've been riding my stupid hot dog bike through traffic and almost got hit, like ten times, because this stupid city is full of jackasses. These jackasses also lacked ONIONS.

I want onions. Onions, onions, onions [in a sing song-y voice, complete with falsetto] ONIONS.

Onions.

Please.

Tell the cashier guy that I'll give him the hugest fucking tip ever if he does that for me.

Oh, and don't forget about the Whopper. Extra YOU KNOW WHAT, okay?

[infrareds.livejournal.com]

[leans forward, pushing Suigetsu out of the way again, knows.. its the same person LMAO becuase he's a godmod, but he'll go along with it to humor Sokka 7_7]

I would like to apologize on behalf of my immature -- acquaintance. There is no problem here besides his inability to have common sense.

Our order will consist of three whoppers with extra onions, two bottles of water, and [a pause] salad.

[boomerangsquad.livejournal.com]

Well you, second boy! You sound like an upstanding young man, make sure to keep your friend over there reigned in. Goodness knows I don't want to get plowed over by a hot dog stand!

As for you, onion-boy. I will accept your request for onions... on... behalf of my employee's recommendation. He's a good lad, I would advise you to pay that tip like you said.

Your order is coming right up. As for your salad, what kind would you prefer?

[youaintcuzunot.livejournal.com]

Fuck. Yes. Onions.

Yeah, yeah. I'll give him an awesome tip, tell him not to worry about it.

[infrareds.livejournal.com]

Tomato.