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One fine day, I was walking to McDonald’s to pick up a fried patty when I got hit by a grill rolling down the boulevard. I was stunned because it was a grill, of all things, and it knocked me completely on my butt. I just kind of starred/glared after it but only a couple feet away it stopped and then this tater tot jumped out, so now I was starring/glaring at this tater tot. It hurried over to me and was like, “Hey, are you ok?” Ok, so the tater tot’s speaking to me. You got that part? Oh, and by its high voice I could tell it was a she, so it’s this chick tater tot. Anyway, this tater tot was really upset that she had hit me. (The grill was a little hard to steer, after all) and she invited me to her house to have tea and crumpets as an apology. So, I sat on top of the grill and she drove me to her house. (Please note that if a stranger ever offers you tea and crumpets at their house, you would never accept their invitation, even if they did just hit you with their vehicle. Remember, stranger danger.)
Her home wasn’t that far away, as it was. She took me to a little town on the outskirts of Garland to Pickle Town…. Yeah, I had no idea it existed, either, but, it does. If you thought the town name was wacky, check out the street name- Burger Hill. Of course, I didn’t exactly fit in with the community; I was kinda like a swollen thumb on the rest of the hand compared to the normal residents.
Anyway, she lived in this little French fry box, one of the more roomer ones, too. I managed to squeeze into this little French fry box (I broke one of her chairs, though, so I had to sit on the floor), and then I met her boyfriend who was… a French fry. I thought it was kind of weird at first, ya know, at tater tot with a French fry, but then I remembered that each time I got tater tots at Sonic, a French fry always seemed to be slipped in the batch. So, I got over it.
After I was introduced to her boyfriend, we all sat down for tea and crumpets. The conversations the couple had were very… interesting. For the most part, they discussed their children, who where at burger appetizer lessons right now. I dreaded the return of their children cause, I mean, it’s a tater tot and a French fry! How are they supposed to have kids? As these thoughts crossed my mind, the front door opened and at least twenty hash browns entered the box. Now the place was really cramped.
Not wanting to be a bother, I thanked them for the tea then excused myself from their home. They smiled and were all like “Bye! Thanks for coming! Drop by if you’re in the neighborhood!”
And that concludes my fast food adventure

Description
One fine day, I was walking to McDonald’s to pick up a fried patty when I got hit by a grill rolling down the boulevard. I was stunned because it was a grill, of all things, and it knocked me completely on my butt. I just kind of starred/glared after it but only a couple feet away it stopped and then this tater tot jumped out, so now I was starring/glaring at this tater tot. It hurried over to me and was like, “Hey, are you ok?” Ok, so the tater tot’s speaking to me. You got that part? Oh, and by its high voice I could tell it was a she, so it’s this chick tater tot. Anyway, this tater tot was really upset that she had hit me. (The grill was a little hard to steer, after all) and she invited me to her house to have tea and crumpets as an apology. So, I sat on top of the grill and she drove me to her house. (Please note that if a stranger ever offers you tea and crumpets at their house, you would never accept their invitation, even if they did just hit you with their vehicle. Remember, stranger danger.)
Her home wasn’t that far away, as it was. She took me to a little town on the outskirts of Garland to Pickle Town…. Yeah, I had no idea it existed, either, but, it does. If you thought the town name was wacky, check out the street name- Burger Hill. Of course, I didn’t exactly fit in with the community; I was kinda like a swollen thumb on the rest of the hand compared to the normal residents.
Anyway, she lived in this little French fry box, one of the more roomer ones, too. I managed to squeeze into this little French fry box (I broke one of her chairs, though, so I had to sit on the floor), and then I met her boyfriend who was… a French fry. I thought it was kind of weird at first, ya know, at tater tot with a French fry, but then I remembered that each time I got tater tots at Sonic, a French fry always seemed to be slipped in the batch. So, I got over it.
After I was introduced to her boyfriend, we all sat down for tea and crumpets. The conversations the couple had were very… interesting. For the most part, they discussed their children, who where at burger appetizer lessons right now. I dreaded the return of their children cause, I mean, it’s a tater tot and a French fry! How are they supposed to have kids? As these thoughts crossed my mind, the front door opened and at least twenty hash browns entered the box. Now the place was really cramped.
Not wanting to be a bother, I thanked them for the tea then excused myself from their home. They smiled and were all like “Bye! Thanks for coming! Drop by if you’re in the neighborhood!”
And that concludes my fast food adventure