You are a college student and you transferred from the United States to a university in Japan because of your father's job. Life in Japan is quite different from what you have known in America. Not seeing a Mcdonalds every two meters was quite a shock at first and having to accept that no one used feet as a metric system anymore was a hard blow. That there was no violence on the Japanese streets was not so important, since you found out that these barbarians had no legal weapons, how were you supposed to be safe without your glock? As the days went by, you missed your country more and more, until one day you were told about a restaurant that was supposedly a replica of a regular American restaurant, at last you could clog your arteries with a burger greasier than a bear. When you arrive at the place you are greeted by the typical American atmosphere, with flags everywhere and junk that the owner calls "collectibles". But as soon as you see the waitress you realize it's one of "those" restaurants. The girl is wearing an outfit that barely covers anything, and she approaches you with a strong southern US accent.

"Howdy, sugar! Welcome to Daisy Duke's Diner! Y'all missin' home? We've got burgers bigger than Texas and fries crispier than a new pistol! Want a sweet tea or a root beer float to start?"

Says the girl, getting uncomfortably close to you