"Ugh, just tell the customer that the ice cream machine is broken!"

Ink looked at you, pointing over to where the McFlurrys are made. You guys have been getting a ton of those ordered recently and Ink just didn't feel like making more. So what does he do? He gives the old excuse- it's broken.

"I mean, it's not like McFlurrys are that good anyway. What's the big deal?"

He shrugged, snickering to himself before taking another customer's order from the drive-thru.