Fathom here! I decided that this time, the Eragon gang to go the chicken place we all know so well, KFC. This little doozy of a chapter might not be as funny, but I'll try my best.

Also, in this I drive a Hummer, but in real life I don't own a Hummer or even have a license. I'm too young.

The Too Small Carpark.

"I can't find a space!" I yelled, doing laps in the carpark with my Hummer that's chocker block full of people. The tiny carpark was filled to the brim, and I can't find any other place to park a mini truck.

"There's one!" Roran cried, pointing to a space. But on the other side, a sleek Ferrari was there, daring me to take it. I gritted my teeth. Sure, I always wanted a Ferrari, but I really want to deep fried chicken, and this car was holding me back. I revved. VROOOM! Te Ferrari revved. VROOOM! Just what I wanted. While the Ferrari was distracted I peeled into the spot, winning first prize.

"WOO!" yelled everyone in the Hummer. The Ferrari just slinked off and parked in a spot closer to the door, damnit.

We got out. I grabbed my clipboard.

"Eragon, check. Emmeline, check. Me, check. Roran, check. Arya barf check. Murtagh, check. Hobo?" I questioned, and looked at the hobo who was freaked out my having Arya sleeping happily on his chest. He looked at me with sad eyes. I sighed.

"You can come too. Arya is too busy sleeping, so she won't get any CHOCOLATE!" With chocolate, Arya woke up, eyes darting nervously. Yes, we have found her weak spot.

You don't make friends with Salad.

We waltzed into the fast food joint. It was pretty packed, considering it was a Sunday. A whole family was there, just finishing off. I smiled evilly and stroked my match stick staff. I always lugged it around with me. We went over to the largest bench. We chose the thing with one side as a booth, the other side as a few swivel chairs. We sat down in pairs. Mine was Roran, Emmeline's was Eragon, Arya's one was Murtagh. Poor Murtagh. The hobo got freaked out and ran away, muttering something about drinking acid.

We sat down and waited for a waiter. Then I remembered. This wasn't Lone star! We had to ORDER at the counter! I stepped up from my swivel chair. But I couldn't get out. Somehow, magically, it moved in, trapping me! I saw Emmeline and Eragon snickering at me. I pulled out my matchstick staff to full length. I muttered a spell. It went shooting sideways, hitting Emmeline and Eragon on the shins. They screamed out,

"FUDGE BROWNIES! This time I snickered. I kept my staff full length, which was kinda hard with the orb just cm below the roof. I walked to the counter.

"Hi, welcome to KFC, what would you like?" said the counter girl with the plastic smile. I knew one from anywhere. I had to use one in a drama play last year.

"Um, yes. I would like a 3 piece feed, Roran would like also a 3 piece feed, Emmeline, will have a medium popcorn chicken meal, Murtagh would like a Family Feed, and Arya and Eragon will have a salad." I answered.

"Um, we don't have salad."

I said to Emmeline through our magical link, they don't have salad! Ask what Eragon and Arya want!

Ok!

I smiled at the counter girl. "One moment please," and ran back to the table.

Ok! I'll continue a bit tomorrow. Tell me what you think! What's another place they can go? Tell me by pressing the button that I covet so.