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Post by Cell on Oct 26, 2023 20:14:15 GMT -5
"Hello welcome to Bojangles, how may I help you?"
The aromas of fried chicken and biscuits filled the air. The restaurant was designed with a classic southern ambience in mind, and had a warm and inviting atmosphere. The mortal manning the register wore a bright red uniform and had dark skin. Looking past the cashier, Zamasu could see the cooks frantically working to prepare the food, scurrying like ants. There was one person in the back on their phone. Judging by the difference in uniform color, they were likely some form of manager.
"Hello. I would like one sausage biscuit."
"That will be $1.59".
Zamasu dug around into his pockets and pulled out dozens of coins. Taking the receipt, the exchange was complete.
"I would like another dozen plain biscuits," he said.
It was only 6 am, but Zamasu was certain this fine establishment would have what his body needed. However, the mortal began to explain there would be a new price.
"No," Zamasu chuckled. "A few weeks ago, I came here and ordered a dozen biscuits, and I did not receive them. I don't have a receipt, but I should just get the dozen now."
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Post by Cell on Jan 28, 2024 22:48:05 GMT -5
"Let me speak to your manager", Zamasu yelled quietly. "This is ridiculous. I have been waiting for," Zamasu checked his watch, "2 months and 29 days. Where is my food?" he whispered loudly.
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