{The view zooms out from a restaurant maked "Burger Goo". Inside, Germaine stands towards the counter, facing Anchovie, the attendant.}
Anchovie: Welcome to the Gooey Burger. May I take your order please? {seething} Right now!
{A record scratch is heard, and the background fades to black.}
Germaine: Allow me this instance. The emptiness within, ever so binding, ever so winding through the innards of my soul. Blackness does dance through a valley of mimes, all pantomime. Piffle, pablum. All those who have them, and have-nots. Bereft of humanity and a meal in your hand. Things you can’t stand, things in this land. Bland like potatoes and rice; fried potatoes. Meat in a breaded environment. Milk as thick as ice. I hunger...
{The background fades to normal.}
Anchovie: Do you want fries with that? Yes or no? Direct question; direct answer, please.
Germaine: Um, yeah. No one appreciates creative fast food ordering anymore.
{Foamy appears from the bottom of the screen.}
Foamy: This better come with some fucking toy, man! I didn’t get these nasty-ass fries for nothing!
