All that glitters…
Twizzler tries on one of daddy’s oversized tropes:
“…great big men, with tears in their eyes, manly brawny men, and said ‘Thank you, sir. It’s the least we could do,’ and they we’re gasping for air through their tears, they said, ‘the least we can do, indeed the least AMERICA can do, is to pay for your Happy Meal, sir.’,” Twizzler didn’t add.
Mock Paper Scissors 
I’d like to think that we’ll be paying for all their meals soon. Nice, room temperature orange (hey, it matches their jumpsuits) slop, just like mom used to make.
I don’t actually think that’ll happen, but a boy can dream.
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I can almost feel sorry for Erick. He just wants him some public love. Probably imagined the free dinner, but who knows? His life must suck, rich or not. If he’d just denounce that family name and go out on his own, ha ha ha, who am I kidding?
He’s the second to last spawn of an evil and greedy man. He’d have no life at all without being a remora.
w3ski
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I’m pretty sure that didn’t happen at Morton’s.
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Your punchline is hilarious.
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