"Do you want fries with that?"
McHungry's newest employee ground her teeth audibly as she repeated that loathsome statement One More Time. She raised her eyes to find the manager--a pale, sweaty, overweight, 30-something failure--regarding her anxiously. He could hear her teeth grinding and wondered if anyone else could. Certainly no-one had yet commented on her claws and scales, and he could only assume the sulphurous stench was being dismissed as the inevitable side effect of reheating McHungry's Super Special Secret Sauce(tm) a few too many times.
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Yes, actual very short fiction, more or less off the cuff just now, so I'm likely to be editing the typos a few times. Thoughts?