"What do you mean you're all out of Triple Chocolate?" a sandy-haired male screeched the question at the employee on the other side of the case. The employee sighed, shaking his head.
"I told you for the 50th time, sir, there is no more Triple Chocolate. There's no more anything! There's only the new flavors listed here!" the acne-faced teenaged boy pointed to the new list. Every flavor that used to be on that list was crossed off and replaced with 3 different flavors. The 3 flavors were "WHEET CRAEM", "DUNGBOO", and "PINK GLOBS".
"No! Unacceptable! This is insane! You guys had over 100 flavors why the hell did you get rid of all of them? Especially Triple Chocolate? What the hell!" the angry sunglasses-clad male slammed his fists against the plexiglass that once contained a whole variety of ice cream flavors.
"I agree, but there's nothing I can do! I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you don't stop. You've been a problem customer for as long as we've known you and you're being no exception today" the frustrated teenaged boy sighed.
"Where the HELL is your manager?" the customer screeched the question angrily. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yeah yeah, World Famous Pizza Steve the Mega Celebrity!" the teenaged employee rolled his eyes before retreating to the back. After a few minutes the employee came out with the manager. Though, there was something strange about the manager. The manager had a distant gaze, his eyes imitating the kind of position you'd see googly eyes from a craft store take. He was bobbing his head slightly like a turkey as he looked at the self-proclaimed celebrity on the other side of the counter.
"How help?" asked the manager, his voice a bit off.
"What kind of business are you running here? What happened to your flavor selection?" Pizza Steve angrily rattled off the questions, stomping his foot and putting crossing his arms.
"We replace with superior flavor!" the manager responded.
"Uh, no offense," the sandy-haired male began to speak in a sarcastic manner. "but, uhhhmm, none of those 'new' flavors sound appetizing. I want Triple Chocolate back!"
"Ah!" the manager put his finger up in the air before walking to the other end of the counter. He grabbed a cone and an ice cream scooper and began to dig out of a container. Pizza Steve smirked, thinking that they were finally going to fulfill his request on giving him Triple Chocolate ice cream. The manager came back and held the cone out in front of him, motioning for Steve to take it. "Triple Chocolate dead! Try Dungboo! Much better!"
Steve looked at the cone in disgust. The "ice cream" didn't even look like ice cream, rather, it looked like someone took dog poo off the side of the road and plopped it into the cone. It even smelled like it, too.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Steve gave out a frustrated chuckle.
"No it food! V good food yee!" the manager bobbed his head more.
"That is clearly fecal matter you put on that cone, sir" Steve pointed to the cone. "I am not eating that."
"No it good! Trust!" the manager insisted.
"No, I refuse!" Steve waved his hands as if to shoo him away.
"No please, trust!" the manager brought the cone closer to him.
Immediately, Steve smacked the manager's hand with a loud yell.
"I SAID NO!" Steve was furious as he ripped off his sunglasses. "I want the number to corporate!"
"Here try diff flave" the manager bobbed his head as he went to the other end of the counter again to prepare a new cone. All the while this was happening, the employee stood there, watching everything that was happening with disbelief. He seemed a bit afraid, actually.
"No I don't want to 'try a diff flave'" Pizza Steve mocked the manager. "I want the number to corporate so I can complain! This is absolutely ridiculous and is NO way to treat a mega celebrity!"
The manager came back with the two other flavors. "Here try Pink Glob" the manager held out the cone. It looked like a pile of mini intestines on top of the cone.
Pizza Steve let out a yelp and backed away. "W-What?! WHAT IS THAT?!" he pointed to the organ matter on the cone.
"It's Pink Glob! V tasty! You like v much, promise!" the manager nodded, offering it to him.
The employee even backed up, feeling a bit afraid.
Steve stood in complete mortified silence staring at the cone.
"T-That's a big pile of intestines from s-some kind of a-animal, sir" Steve finally stammered out.
"Here try Wheet Craem instead! V taste I promise!" he held up the other cone to him. It looked like a big pile of pus.
Steve put his hand up to his mouth, feeling like he was going to puke. He shook his head.
"This is no way to run an ice cream store!" Steve said in both anger and fear as he quickly ran out.
"Come again v soon! Ah yes~! Goodbye!" the manager waved. The employee stood there dumbfounded.
School lunches may seem gross and inedible in general. However, I am pretty sure school lunches were not supposed to be THIS horrendously disgusting. I got in line to get my usual meal, a plain cheese sandwich with a chocolate milk. As soon as I got up to the food counter, I saw it. Instead of the normal mediocre-quality cheeseburgers or chicken nuggets we'd normally get, there was complete raw, bleeding meat chunks and heaps of pink matter slopped in the food trays. The lunch ladies were just plopping it onto our trays like nothin'. It was as if they were completely normal and nothing was wrong with the food.
To me, this was completely unacceptable, so I spoke up.
"What the HELL is THIS?" I asked angrily.
The lunch lady looked at me. There was something different about her. Usually she had a mean glare on her face and a pout on her lips. This time, however, her eyes resembled those sticky googly eyes you'd buy in a craft store and her gaze was different.
"V good food!" the lunch lady told me. "Trust!"
"I'm pretty sure this is a health violation!" I told her.
"No! V healthy! Trust!" the lunch lady plopped it onto my plate. My eye twitched as it plopped onto my plate. It looked absolutely disgusting! What the hell was this stuff?
I went to go for a chocolate milk, but all the containers were different. they were all plastic bottles that said "DELISHUSH DRINK SUPLIMENT" on the cover. I decided to take one to see what it was all about.
I walked back to my table and set the tray down. I didn't bother trying to eat it, I just looked at it. It's like they took roadkill off the road and slopped it on the plate. I'm pretty sure I found a tuft of fur in it as I was observing it. After staring at the slop, I pushed the plate away in disgust. "I'm not eating this!" I said out loud before opening my drink. Whatever that "Drink Supliment" was, it smelled AWFUL. It was like I walked into a poorly cleaned public restroom. I gagged and immediately capped the drink.
"What is this stuff?" I heard a voice at my table speak up. I looked up and saw Kev sitting next to Remo and Ned poking at whatever was on his plate.
"Why did they get rid of my nuggies?" I heard a female voice sob. I looked over and saw Nac slumped over next to Kev, not touching the same slop she received from the Lunch Lady.
"This school is so lame!" Remo sighed and pushed it aside.
"Yeah!" Ned pushed his plate away as well.
"Is this some kind of joke or something?" I asked out loud to the rest of my table.
Everyone shrugged. Ned scratched his red hair and let his bottom tooth jut out more as he thought. "Who knows?" he finally shrugged.
"I want the old cafeteria food back!" Remo sighed as he ran a hair through his blond mullet. "Even if the old food was lame, this new food is even lamer!"
"We should start a riot or a protest" Kev suggested with a grin. Usually his black hair was slicked up into a spiked mohawk, but today he left it down so it ended up looking like that one side shaved one side long hair cut.
Nac had her laptop out, of course. She always blogged during lunch.
"I'm complaining on my blog about how they took away my nuggies!" she hissed. "Maybe I can start a petition to get the nuggies back!"
"How about you, Dennis, what do you think we should do?" Ned asked me.
I thought about it for a moment. "I think Nac is onto something. Maybe we should start a petition." I suggested.
"I'll design the petition!" Kev offered before getting out his sketch book.
"Yeah! I'm sure we'll get like a whole bunch of signatures!" Remo nodded.
"Yeah Yeah!" Ned giggled.
"Yeah! I'll post all over my blogs about it!" Nac nodded as she typed away on her laptop, not even looking up from it for a second.
It seemed like a good idea at first, I mean the principal and board of education should listen to the student body ESPECIALLY if we are unhappy. However, I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next...