"Ugh," Jennifer said. She was the only other girl in the glade and they were making her cook. Today they were doing hamburgers.
Of course, she had Frypan to help out. Thank goodness for that, because the line of boys who now filed into the kitchen was growing larger by the second. Jennifer hustled about, passing out hamburgers to each boy.
Newt was the last boy in line that day, as he always was. He liked to make sure that everyone was able to eat before he ate himself.
"Hi, Jennifer," he smiled at the girl.
"Hi!"
"How are you?" He was always so nice.
She wondered if he ever thought of himself at all. "Good, thanks," she said. "Eating last again, huh?"
"Yup." He grinned. "I heard the hamburgers are really good."
"They are," she said, ready to put the burger together. But just when she was going to get the buns, she found they'd run out! She looked around, panicked.
"What's wrong?" the boy asked.
"I ran out of buns," Jennifer said.
All of a sudden, an old man appeared in the corner of the room. He had wild, curly hair and a large nose. He was holding an electric guitar. Walking towards the stunned Gladers, he began to whisper inaudible words.
"What's he saying?" Frypan asked.
As the man got closer, the words become more clear. "My anaconda don't. My anaconda don't."
"Oh no," Newt muttered.
The man jumped out suddenly, taking a fantastic pose, complete with jazz hands. "My anaconda DON'T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS, HON!"
Suddenly, an entire choir manifested behind him, singing in harmony with him. They sang some unmentionable things, causing some of the boys to blush, other boys to cry and still some to start fighting with each other.
"Stop this right this instant!" said Jennifer.
"No!" said the old man.
And then the man disappeared anyway, leaving the kitchen in complete disarray.
Amid the chaos, Newt turned to Jennifer. "Uh, so - can I have my burger now? I don't really need the bun."