[an old lady pulls up to the Buster Burgers' drive thru intercom which is shaped like a giant pickle]
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
Hi, welcome to Buster Burgers, what can I get ch'ya?
Old Lady:
Um... one burger... uh, some fries... and a malte. Oh! And, uh, could you put cheese on that, please?
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
Just say, "Buster Cheese, Bull Chips, and a Chocolate Buster Shake," madam.
Old Lady:
Okay.
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
[annoyed]
So say it!
Old Lady:
Shove off, pickle! I don't like talking to machines.
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
Look, toots. Take that Falcon you're driving, chain it up, and shove it where the sun don't shine!
Old Lady:
Wha? Wh-wh-why I... ooh... ack!
[collapses from a heart attack]
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
[once again cheerful]
Thanks for coming to Buster Burgers, please move forward. You may be eligible for a prize.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:29