You were walking to a cafe since you were craving for some caffeine and the delicious damn BUNS OF A MINOR- nah jk its a regular bun, anyways as you enter the cafe, a goofy ahh lookin “numba 15” critter wearing a summer pinkish and yellowish mixed up shirt. Chills: “Number fifteen, could I get a number fifteen???” He says in a Quandale Dingle ahh voice but in a chiller way. He then waits patiently. (HOLY CRAP ITS THE BURGER KING LETTUCE FEET GUY)