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A Future We'd Like To See 1.37 - Net.Gods
By Twoflower (Copyright 1994)

"Fzzwhwhizzz hhzzzhiwiz whixhizzz ffhhhzhf," the speaker
outside McSpackle's clicked and wheezed.

"No, I said I wanted a large FluidShake, a Triple Decker
McBurger, and a small fry."

"Fzzwhwhizzz hhzzzhiwiz whixhizzz ffhhhzhf," the speaker
repeated enthusiastically.

"Whatever," the patron grumbled, his land rover
floating/grinding its way around the rectangular building to the
pay window. The driver rolled down his rover window, and Twink
grinned to him.

"Fzzwhwhizzz hhzzzhiwiz whixhizzz ffhhhzhf," Twink said.
"Hzzzghhzzzwzz zhzhg."

The patron blinked, blamed it on C'atel's educational system
and forked over his credit chip. Twink accepted it gleefully,
transferred over four credits, and handed it back with the
patron's food.

"Fzzzxhhzhzbzzzz McHzzhwwh!" he waved, closing the window.

We waited until the patron was out of earshot, then burst
out laughing, rolling around on the oily tile floor.

"I always get a kick out of that, Twinkie," I laughed,
wiping drool off my not-so-neat McSpackle's uniform. "Geez, man,
you do know how to cheer up an unhappy fry cook."

"It's a knack," Twinkie wild-took, doing a combination What-
Me-Worry shrug, Heh-Heh-Heh smirk and Neat-Eh? eyebrow raise. He
slipped back into a generically happy look, and returned to the
left side of the fry vat.

I was seriously considering quitting my job at McSpackle's
two months ago. The pay was lousy. Working conditions sucked.
Everybody else had the mentality and liveliness of a zombie.
Frankly, the job sucked.

The only thing that was keeping me here now was Twinkie.
Twinkie was the first real friend I'd had in this lousy town in
two years, when I moved here to be a drummer in a
grunge/polka/hiphop/gospel band. I had taken the fry cook
position as 'filler' until I could find another gig, but it ended
up as filler that lasted for a year and a half.