Kel: In other news, the teenage boy who burned the McDonald's french fries I'm currently trying to enjoy should be punished. By death.
Kay: What!! Burned fries?! Wtf!
Kel: Bastards, I tell you, El Kinky. Bastards.
Kay: I have never in my life met a burned McDonad's fry. Isn't the machine like, automated?
Kel: Don't ever underestimate the power of a McDonald's worker to fuck something up. Including my life.
Kay: If I can manage to successfully stumble from the bathroom to the bedroom after a night of cheap wine and crying over YouTube videos of dogs undergoing surgery, that bastard can make a damn fry.
