Dinner and Politics

[forcegalactic]

[As promised, at 5pm on Wednesday, the dining hall is prepared for a group dinner. Along the side of a wall is a long set of tables filled with food prepared by Mordecai, Sukuyo, and all their volunteers. One end has drinks (and a bag of blood on a fancy plate for Dio), which transitions into meals and then onto desserts. Two rows of tables are arranged with twenty-five sets of plates and silverware, all on neighboring seats.

Enjoy yourselves, chat with your neighbors, and remember: we don't need McDonalds to have a happy meal!]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

I got hamburgers if that's what you want.

[He points over to a tray of burgers with tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and cheese. Real meat, real tasty.]

[rickdiculous]

No french fries. Where's the secret sauce. I - I don't like to use school grading systems because school is a crock of shit but - but that's a definite F from Grandpa Rick's school of cooking.

[forcegalactic]

Next time, we'll make french fries, easy as that. [Tryin' hard o keep cool.] Besides, I don't think even the Conductor knows about this "secret sauce" you're goin' on about, unless he sent some his underlings to fetch it, which I highly doubt.

[rickdiculous]

Uh, yeah. You know, it'd be such - such a terrible thing for him to not know what the secret sauce is. It's not like...not like I'm planning on including schematics and highly intensive details on McDonalds' operations with the petition or anything like that.