It was a very fun day at Mcdonald's, all the kids were having fun, playing in the ball pit. I had seen kids order big macs, 20 piece Mcnuggets, large fries, and a Sweet Tea top it off. I was crawling through the tunnels having a good time with my friend Mike. When all 8 of the kids flooded the tunnels with their food in hand. They had taken off their clothing in the back of the was a disgusting sight, I saw 200 pounds of fat on one child It was "Rolls on Rolls on Rolls" The children finished their food and asked would you like the leftovers. I quickly said no as I knew there was nothing left.I ran out to tell a employee that the kids were Nekkid Naked in the tunnels. He went into the tunnels to check. As I went back in the employee had jumped out the window saying "Those kids are evil spawns of demons" I then feel a greasy finger touch my bellybutton and he says "Take off your clothes and join the fun."
Mike and I ran to the swirly slide to escape when suddenly. A chocolate like cream begins pelting us. We look up realizing the kid is crouching and having explosive diarrhea as the others are puking in the tunnels. The other kids run out covered in diarrhea stains and begin to drop to the floor crying. I grab a spork at the counter from an employee and gouge their eyes out and choke them with the sporks. The manager walks in as he seen through the window the blood stained windows he then calls the police. The police ran in and they tazed me in the butthole I was handcuffed and thrown in the trunk of the cop car since there was others in the back. I am now sitting in a jail cell and they said "Boy, listen you only get one call use it wisely" I call my mother and she scolds me for what I've done and she completely ignores me from that point onward.
It has all gone down hill I am at a court hearing for my actions, my mother disowned me , and my father is still in jail for stalking the neighbor's daughter.(Don't ask about it.) All I have is my brother he has always been there for me. My case was sent to the Supreme court as it was all over the news. I had my case and I will not be receiving jail time since I am still considered a child (eight years old) The 90's were meant to be a time of joy not distress like this. I think what I did was right but deep down in the gooey parts of my heart I think I know actually it was wrong. I had fell deep into depression thinking about the decision I made. My friend Mike (Ten years old) had moved far, far away deep into the bowels of Canada. My-My-My brother brings me to Mcdonald's to cheer me up yet I see kids in the play place reminding me of the horrors that occured on that day. I drop to the floor and begin to scream uncontrollably. My brother takes me to the car smacks me across the face and takes me to rehab. The Mcblood flowed over my face as it had hurt badly. It had been 6 years since that incident and I still feel guilt. It was a dark day at the play place. Its not chicken if its not McChicken...