Burger King; have it your way.
"Hmmm. Have it your way. I want Burger King." I said out loud, watching the commercial. I, Gerard Way, am in the mood for a burger. I got up from the living room couch and grabbed the home phone.
"Hello?" a voice asked. Why is Frank answering the phone? Oh yeah, I told him to move in with Mikey.
"Let's go to Burger King, call everyone." I said, hanging up the phone afterward.
Ten minutes later, we're on our way. Why the hell do I want a burger anyway? I ate an hour ago. I should start doing some exercise.
"Why are we going to Burger King, anyway?" Frankie asked.
"Because, Frank, I am in the mood of a burger. And when I am hungry for a burger, I will get a burger." I explained, moving around in my seat.
"Okeydokey."
Ray drove into Burger King's drive-thru, and waited for the lady/man to start talking.
"Welcome to Burger King, how may I help you?" The lady asked. Ohh, a lady.
"Can I get 3 whoppers meals, all with cokes, and a salad meal with coke, please?" Ray asked.
"Alright. Would you like anything else, sir?"
"Gerard, what do you want?" Mikey asked me.
"Ray, drive up a little, so I can talk to the lovely lady." Ray drove up, while I opened my window. "Hello."
"Hello." she replied.
"I want a Whopper Jr. with approximately 21 fries, two pieces of lettuce, hardly any mayonnaise - jeeze, you make us guys fat - 1 and a half slices of tomato, and my name written in the ketchup with a smiley face in the corner." I ordered.
"Okay, and your drink?"
"Aren't you going to ask my name?!?" I exclaimed.
"I-im sorry. What was your name?" she asked.
"Gerard."
What would you like to drink?
"How are you spelling my name?"
"J --"
"NO! Now you have to erase the name and start all over again!" I yelled. I am very angry with this lady. Sheesh, hasn't she ever written on a hamburger before?
I'm looking at your face, but you're not picking me up.
"I thought I told you to change that ring tone! You sound funny." Mikey said. His opinion doesn't matter.
"Shut up Mikes, no." I pressed down on the green button, "What do you want, mother?"
"Sugar, I haven't seen you in so long!" she said.
"Mom, I came home this morning!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at Burger King, having a serious conversation with...uh....oh god! I never even asked her name! How rude of me. I gotta go now!" I said, hanging up without a goodbye.
"Anything else, sir?" The anonymous lady asked.
"As a matter of fact, yes, yes I do have something else."
"Just order already!" Bob complained.
"Ah, ah, ah. Patience is virtue, Bob." I said, shaking a finger at him.
"I'm telling your mom!"
"I would like to see you try!"
"I will!"
"Good!"
"Go eat a cow!"
"I am, actually."
"I like unicorns." Mikey interrupted.
...........
"What?" Frank asked.
Cause it feels like yesterday.
"You know, we have a line all the way parked up to Target." Mikey pointed out.
"Oh stop being dramatic, Mikes." I said, waving it off.
"Dude! Holy crap! Look at that big ass line!" Ray yelled.
I turned around and noticed the line. "Holy mother of --- Hey! I bet they all saw that commercial!"
"What commercial?" Frank asked. Stupid little boy.
"Dude, you know. Have it your way." I sang, trying to imitate it.
"Just finish up your order, please?"
"Okay."
"Good boy."
"So lady, what's your name?" I asked the voice box.
"Uh..Julie...why?" Ooh, Julie. Such a wonderful name. I bet she's a good person.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." I said. "Ray, get the rope and camera."
"Will that be all?" Julie asked.
"Yes, yes. Chop chop. Life is ticking away."
"That will be $25.99, please drive ahead."
"Step on it, Ray!" I said. Finally! I can eat my burger.
"We're already there."
"Yeah! Road-runner Ray!"
Rest in the results. ♥
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