"Hello. Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?"

Youko looked at the cheery-but-acne-faced McDonald's worker. This was the epitomy of evil and dorkiness.

"Uhm..." Youko said slowly, looking at the order window above the counter. "Can I have... a large fry, a cheeseburger Happy Meal and a small shake?" Hiei and Sakamae were jumping up and down around Youko. They were hyped up on Pixie Stix sugar. Youko tried to ignore them, but his eyebrow twitched.

"HAPPY MEALS! HAPPY MEALS! HAPPY MEALS!" They said together, having their hands intertwined and jumping around like little kids, giggling. That was when Youko got mad.

"MATSU(stop)!" He screamed. Hiei and Sakamae went and did it anyway. Turning back to the acne-faced teen Mickey D's worker, he said, "Make that two happy meals..." His eyebrow twitched again.

"Very well, sir." The boy said. "And... what would you like to drink with those two happy meals? Soda? Pepsi?"

"SODA! SODA! RAH-RAH-RAH!" Sakamae and Hiei cheered.

"Make that water." Youko replied. "Anything without sugar or caffiene."

"WE WANT SODA! WE WANT SODA!" The two immature demons chanted. Growling, Youko gave in just to shut them up.

"Fine! Make that two sodas!"

"Uh... what kind, sir?"

"What?" Youko was getting very pissed.

"What kind of soda? Pepsi? Mug? Barqs? Coke? Sprite?"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" Youko yelled, scaring the acne-faced teenage boy out of his wits.

"Okay, sir..." He said slowly and a little cautiously, trying not to anger Youko any more. "That'll be... $12.70 at your next window."

"What window?" Youko asked for, undoubtedly, he was inside.

"Your next window. Please drive up."

"WE'RE INSIDE THIS FREAKING PLACE!" Youko yelled (and, just in case anyone is wondering, Sakamae and Hiei were still dancing and chanting around Youko).

"No need to shout, sir..." The kid said, rolling his eyes and sighing in disgust muttering, "Rude." Under his breath. Youko twitched. The cute-anime-anger-doodles popped up. "That's $15.92, sir."

"WHAT! Just a second ago it was $12.70!"

"I am sorry, but you are mistaken." The boy said. He held out his palm and said calmly, as though speaking to a little child, "Now that is $30.48. If you do not give me the money for your food, you will not receive your food, and you will be asked to leave the premesis immediately."

More cute-anime-anger-doodles. Youko was fed up. He reached across the counter and grabbed the idiot-boy by the collar. "Listen," He said dangerously, his eyes red like Hitokiri Botousai. "You actually tell me the right amount and give me my food, or I will kill everyone in this place. Starting with you. Got that!"

"Yes sir..." The man gasped. "How about... it's on the house?" Fear was in his eyes.

"Good." Youko said, finally satisfied. He let the boy go and then moved to the side dragging Sakamae and Hiei, waiting for their food. When they received it, they all went to find a booth and they sat down to eat. Youko was the only one who actually ate. Sakamae and Hiei had gotten diranged Pokemon toys in their Happy Meals and they sat there, trying to kill them. Youko tried to remain calm.

Everything was more-or-less fine until Youko came to the french fries. He picked one up and was about to put it in his mouth when he heard a faint whisper. Knowing it could not come from Hiei or Sakamae because the voice was quiet, he looked around. Nothing happened. Shrugging, he once again lifted the french fry to his lips. Right before he bit into it, he heard another whisper; but just a tad louder this time. Youko looked around, confused. Shrugging again, he started to eat, but then he heard it. Loud and clear. "Do not eat us! Die, evil fiend! Do not eat us! Die, evil fiend!" He looked down at his hand and he saw the french fry was talking to him. The other french fries then stood up and united with the one in Youko's hand. Advancing slowly towards Youko, they said, "Do not eat us! Die, evil fiend! Do not eat us! Die, evil fiend!" Youko tried to back away but... exactly how successful is that when you're in a BOOTH? The french fries attacked him, all along chanting, "Do not eat us! Die, evil fiend! Do not eat us! Die, evil fiend!"

END!

Ending notes from a stupid cat: Like? I think this one is my favorite of all. Bet everyone disagrees, though. I couldn't resist making more than the necessary amount of fun towards McDonald's. But who can blame me for that? R&R!