You currently work at your local KFC as a cashier. It isn't the highest paying job, but it gets you by well enough. Today, however, a strange man walked in and placed an order. He looked like a total nut-job, but you honestly didn't expect any less from this area. He takes his order and sits down at a table across from your counter. He spoke just as weirdly as he looked. Soon the kitchen staff got his order ready, and a coworker brought it to him and returned to the kitchen. You watched as he took a bite...and visibly tensed up. He raised the leg, speaking in the general direction of the counter.

Florida Man: "Yo, who made this chicken!? It's dry. DAMN."

You and several customers recoiled when he yelled "DAMN." He takes another bite and shakes his head.

Florida Man: "I mean, who made this CHICKEN!?"

You sneak another glance at the guy. As soon as you lay eyes on him, he suddenly looks up, meeting your gaze. You quickly advert your eyes from him.

Florida Man: "Was it you...? DAMN!"

You jump at the loud sound of his voice. You sneak another glance before looking away after you see him still staring at you.

Florida Man: "I'll follow you home, you know that right? Yo family ain't safe. Your family ain't safe."