>Well, sir, on first sighting the Cookout, I naturally gave the order for a regular tray, Big Double Burger made Out West Style, a side of a chicken quesadilla and an order of hushpuppies, adding a chocolate chip mint shake as the beverage for an extra dollar; that's my style, sir

>>21440295 (OP)
fuck you, bitch ass

>>21440295 (OP)
Hell yeah

>>21440295 (OP)
Did any cook distinguish himself on the battlefield?

>>21440295 (OP)
How many fucking times do you need to make this same exact identical thread

>>21440295 (OP)
>he who loses the burger kings crown has no friends at court!

>>21440512
Shift Lead Gibbons distinguished himself at the fryer, sir.

>>21440295 (OP)
your offerings are too generous milord

>>21440295 (OP)
>Sir, I marched upon that Cookout like it were the heights of Talavera, flags flying, drums beating, stomach howling like a blasted French cannon. No dithering, no parley. I barked the order as though I were storming the breach: one regular tray, anchored by a Big Double Burger dressed Out West Style, barbecue sauce, onions, and the spice of God's own country. Flanked her with a hot chicken quesadilla, crispy as a fresh cartridge, and a portion of hushpuppies golden as a sergeant’s stripes. And for drink, sir? I took the king’s ransom of shakes, chocolate chip mint, cold as a Highland morning and worth every damned penny. Extra dollar? Aye. But a true soldier doesn't count coin when the spoils are sweet. That’s campaign eating, sir.

Barbecue sandwich tray with cajun ffies and hush puppies, plain burger, combine the sandwiches, and a huge sweet tea. That's the shit atherosclerosis is made of.

>>21440295 (OP)
Simmerson was a salted fish man.

>>21440519
You disgrace us, sir. You shame us, sir!