"Alright im headed off to mcronalds" i tell my roomate. "Ok. bi" he comments back. I gently walk outside, i keep my eyes peeled like a banana for any danger coming my way. Im just being cautious, theres too many unidentified creatures lurking around this area. I crawl my way up the stairs and hip thrust thru the door to assert dominance as a pure alpha male, and to weed out any bottoms in MickeyDs. Surprisingly no one else is there besides an average looking dude. He watches as i slither my legs up to the counter. We share a good ten minutes of eye flirting, before he asks me the most crucial question ive ever received. "Hi mcdonals, why help u" he demands as he passively clocks the gun, pointing it at my fivehead. Im sweeting from all this pressure. "Lemme get a uhhh" i try to sound relaxed but alas i fail, he stares me down, watching me fumble thru my words. I understand what he is now. A riddlemaster. One of those sphinx boys. My legs buckled under me, i tremble knowing that ive just made the biggest mistake of my life. "Mcstake?" I say questioning if that was an ok answer. The riddlemaster smiles a big grin, i did good. Suddenly u pulls the trigger !!BANG!¡! I drop de-
