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"All right, all right... Salmon shake."
An oddly pink milk shake appears on top of the bar in front of Chase. A grin crosses his face, but he shakes his head.
"Naw, naw, not that, howz about... an alligator sandwich, and make it snappy!"
The milk shake vanishes, to be replaced by a sandwich. When Chase reaches out to it, the top half tries to take a bite at him.
"Okay, deffently not that, how about... All right, I want a burger. Three pounds of beef, five patties of it, uhm, a half pound of bacon, some onion rings on it, barbecue sauce, some ham slices, a deep fried chicken breast, some shrimp, lobster, the real stuff, some tartar sauce, a couple of pickles, the real ones, that crunch, and maybe a couple slices of lettuce. And then deep fry all of it."
The heart attack burger appears. Chase drools. Anyone want a slice?
An oddly pink milk shake appears on top of the bar in front of Chase. A grin crosses his face, but he shakes his head.
"Naw, naw, not that, howz about... an alligator sandwich, and make it snappy!"
The milk shake vanishes, to be replaced by a sandwich. When Chase reaches out to it, the top half tries to take a bite at him.
"Okay, deffently not that, how about... All right, I want a burger. Three pounds of beef, five patties of it, uhm, a half pound of bacon, some onion rings on it, barbecue sauce, some ham slices, a deep fried chicken breast, some shrimp, lobster, the real stuff, some tartar sauce, a couple of pickles, the real ones, that crunch, and maybe a couple slices of lettuce. And then deep fry all of it."
The heart attack burger appears. Chase drools. Anyone want a slice?