Ebeaman, this whole thing you're doing, you know, this "fuck the world" act. Now that might work with your mama. It might even work with a couple of these local XIXAX pricks, who have known you long enough to figure you're too dumb ever to leave here without coming back. Ain't gonna work with me, because I know things, you understand? I know you've been going to McDonalds lately behind our backs. I know you were given the option of going to Burger King, Wendys or McDonalds, and you chose McDs. Now, you're gonna tell why that might be? Or are you so fucking stupid, you're going to leave here without a fight?
And as we're straddling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the burgers anyway? as the air thickens, the bugers sog up, and even the chicken nuggets start to boil in the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare; it's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future!
I can't deal with this place anymore, I'm outta here. No, that's enough. I want McDonalds dead and I want the Big Mac dead. What's the matter, you bums forgotten how to eat real burgers? 99 Million Sold.. Have you no sense of pride in what you do? No sense of duty, no sense of destiny? I'm looking for Whoppers; what have I got? Big Macs! I want Ronald McDonald dead!
