"I count your coins, I bag your fries,
I see the hunger in their eyes.
I serve them quick, I keep the pace,
Yet you dream bigger than this place.

From golden arcs your mind won’t stray,
You want my work the Kroc way.
I’m small in scope, yet key to fame,
Tell me, Ray — what is my name?"

Well, corporate says I can't legally chase after you if you just... steal it.

>>212438671
>Listen, man, I've been real nice about this but you've been coming up to my window every single afternoon for the past six months to ask me a bunch of silly questions. Look how fucking packed this place is, man. It's hot too, the grill is right behind me and it's a warm summer day. So either order your fucking cheeseburger or make some room for paying customers and let me do my job in peace. Faggot.