"What can I get you?" She said with the normal disinterest of an overworked woman in an all night diner.
"A hamburger." It wasn't on the list but that is what Snake wanted. He stared at the waitress as her eyes went wide.
"We can not serve that, they are illegal." The waitress whispered.
Snake frowned but said nothing. He just stared at her murderously, though she was not the source of the anger. He glanced at the menu and back at the waitress before sighing heavily and looking away. "Just coffee." He mumbled leaning heavily on his elbows and staring out into the street.
It has been five fucking years since the crazy bastards decided red meat was a moral crime. The fuck if Plissken knew what they were thinking. Why the hell red meat and only red meat alone is a moral crime can only be explained by those lunatic bastards down in Virginia. Hell most of people are starving but hell you can go straight to the fucking electric chair for eating beef.
Crazy damned government!
"Hell, I'd love a steak but I would kill for one fucking burger. A hamburger with mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, cheddar cheese and horseradish. Damn I am going to get a hamburger even if it lands my ass back in jail for eating it." Snake thought as he heard the cup being put down on the table.
Snake stalked out of the diner about to slaughter a cow himself if it meant a grilled hamburger in his hands in the near future.