My inquisitor looked coldly at me across the stainless steel surface. his eyes met my own, unflinching seeming almost detached. Seeming lifeless as the task before him.
I considered and I sought through my mind for an answer to his query. He was obviously impatient, his fingers drumming rhythmic upon the device before him.
I felt a bead of sweat forming at my temple and I knew.. I knew that I must answer and I replied, "Yes I would like fries with that."
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