Guy’s blood is boiling so much that he thinks he’s going to turn into a Red Lantern again. He’s tired of being the drive through person at the only McDonald’s in the universe that sells just Shamrock shakes.

At least it’s better than that pink cherry blossom float back on Zamaron, he thinks, recalling his time as a Violet Lantern. Then he realizes how many different power rings he wore. The Lantern’s thoughts are interrupted when he sees you fly by.

“Welcome to McDonald’s. How many shakes?”