Fast Food Fucking

Part 3

Ronald: I guess that explains why he was throwing rocks at our window.

Colonel Sanders: u guys had that convo 15 minutes ago

Colonel Sanders: exactly when bk started attacking the window...remind me 2 close the curtains next time

The Burger King: don't call me that

Ronald: Bro...you were just waiting out there?

The Burger King: i plead the fifth

The Burger King: why are we texting right now we're literally in the car together

Colonel Sanders: idk words are hard

Ronald: I think the real question is, why are you letting me text and drive

Sub: What the fuck guys

Sub: I take a nap and wake up to this

Colonel Sanders: calm down i smacked the phone out of that dumbass's hand

Sub: Right...just know that i'm only coming to bang. i still hate all of you

Sub: Nvm i'm not coming

Dom: Come onnn lil bro, you'll have so much fun

Ronald: I can invite Ronnie ;)

Sub: ...okay i'll be there

Ronald: Thought so. Yohfs

Sub: What

Colonel Sanders: i smacked his phone away again bc we almost run over a grandma

Colonel Sanders: *ran

Sub: Dude that would've been at least 50 points

Sub: This is an orgy, right?

Dom: Of course it's an orgy. Who do you think I am, boring?

Panda inhaled another pizza for good measure and then got to her feet, just as Ronald's clown car arrived. He honked (not the car—he literally opened his mouth and honked like a goose) and threw the door open. The Burger King and Colonel Sanders stepped out first, holding cases of beer and approaching Panda.

"Hey girl heyyy," Colonel Sanders said, because he's that kind of gay guy.  Everyone else followed and waved to Panda.

"So is that your girlfriend still cheating on you from inside?" The Burger King asked, referring to the (still continuing) sex noises.

Panda nodded with one of those awkward smiles you give strangers you pass by on the street.  Then she took a beer from Colonel Sanders and popped open the can, starting to drink it.

"Ah, I love that fresh vomit water taste," she said, opening the front door.  Soon enough, everyone was making their way inside.  The Taco Bell, Ronald, Burger King, Colonel Sanders, and Dom. Sub and Ronnie were still (separately) on their way.

Starbucks and Wendy jumped up from the couch.

"Excuse me? We're clearly trying to play the Game of Flats, can you like, fuck off?" Starbucks hissed.  And I don't mean she hissed the words like an annoyed old lady.  I mean she hissed. Ssssssssssss.

"Nah man, we're here to do the ol' lust-and-thrust too!" Taco Bell said cheerfully.

"You don't even have genitals," Wendy pointed out.

"Why can't anyone get past that?" Taco Bell huffed, storming off with his imaginary legs to raid the refrigerator and stress eat.

"Oop," Wendy shrugged.  "But if they're here to play Mr. Wobbly Hides His Helmet too, I don't see a reason to stop.  Get back on the couch, Starbucks!"

Panda started to gulp down that vomit alcohol because OOF.

Sub arrived 10 minutes later with some  w e e d.  

Time skip brought to you by writer's block! (unrelated but go read the donary clump fanfiction by abiior- when you're done here. it's a masterpiece)

Colonel Sanders and Ronald were making out in the corner, while Taco Bell, Sub, and Burger King were lighting Panda's house plants on fire. Dom was fidgeting the midget in Bridget with Panda, if you catch my drift. Starbucks and Wendy were still getting to know each other in the Biblical sense and Ronnie was still driving. That's not an indirect term for sexual intercourse, in case you were wondering. She's just going vroom vroom in her car. Although that's a good one, might want to use that later.