Disclaimer: I own Assassins Creed. It is mine.

It was Friday. Ezio and Altair were I that weird purgatory/loading screen. Ezio had already respawned months ago after graphically dying. Altair was still trying to respawn. Y'know, cause he's not as good as Ezio. "Altair" Ezio interrupted,"Hurry up, loser. It's Fry-Yay." he walked up to Altairs partially reconfigured body "HURRY UP. I WANT TO GO EAT FRIES. BECAUSE IT FRIDAY. I mean fry-yay. Excuse me."

Altair, after years upon years it seemed of waiting, finally was whole again. And thus they were transported back to Italy. It was a luscious Italian afternoon. The Animus really outdid itself this time. This fry-yay couldn't be better for Ezio. Ezio left Altair at there den because he's lame and hit the streets of Roma.

He roamed the brick roads for hours, looking high and low for the perfect fry shoppe. he finally stumbled upon and old, rundown, and slightly creepy cart. behind the cart was an old man wearing an apron. The old man looked up from his Apple of Eden and whispered, "Would you like some fries on this wonder Friday? I mean Fryday? I mean Fry-yay?" Ezio, without a moments hesitation. grabbed the largest bag of fries fathomable and half-skipped away.