Id quickly turn back to choc Cola. Id understandably be taking by surprise as i was pushed to the ground. Shivering slightly as i felt the sandpaper tongue rub itself against me. "THIS IS NOT A FUCKING CALZONE!" I was definitely going to give this place four stars on yelp if this type of customer service continued.

Id stare awkwardly as i waited for choc Cola to respond to me, Getting more and more nervous with each waking second. As words finally spewed out of her mouth, Id only get more confused. "Face judgement? Who tf is that?" Id look around worriedly, In all honesty if i was about to get jumped id have to watch myself, i couldn't go back to prison.

Id stare on in udder confusion, my face a puzzled and reasonably upset mess. I had no understanding on what a "Roasty Toasty" was. I would stand idle and quiet for a second before opening my mouth to speak. "Look, I'm gonna need to speak to your manager." My hands would slowly rest at my hips, shifting pressure to one side as well. I'd eagerly await for some kind of response or rebutle.

I take a long lustful step in yor direction. the smell of fish and tainted meat quickly become noticeable and veyr very smellable. its obvious i had just eaten, but i was seemingly still hugnry for something else . "Yo you got any calzones?"

My feet slap violently against the wooden floor. My fowl feline odor making its way under you 3" concrete steel door. The foot slaps stop for a second before silence fills the room, my odor ever present and on your mind. I knock on the door before politely kicking the door down. "Yo What up my nigga"

Aight im down, Ill be Cinnamon