Anonymous
8/21/2025, 5:52:36 PM No.213879311
Imagine being Speedee in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Ray Kroc, you fuckin' smart, all intelligent with your reasonable questions and horrific scrunched up boomer face. I would totally provide excellent customer service to you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is call him stupid and go back to work. Like seriously imagine having to be Speedee and not only stand at that counter while Ray Kroc flaunts his retarded question in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing his stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while he asked you those questions. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous fucking visage but his haughty attitude as everyone at McDonald's tells him he's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, THE FOUNDER LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been serving nothing but a healthy diet of burgers and shakes and later chicken nuggets for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in California. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his dimpled forehead as he squints it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in his "brilliant (for that is what he calls himself)" business acumen, the business acumen he worked so hard for with personal lawyers in the previous months. And then the manager calls for another meal, and you know you could kill every single customer at this restaurant before the McDonald brothers could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Speedee. You're not going to lose your future assistant manager career over this. Just bear it. Answer his questions and bear it.
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