Kid has had his eye on some object or other for quite a while now. What it is, he's almost forgotten in the midst of the sweaty, humid room, but every now and then he remembers what it was. Yes, it was a perfectly symmetrical suit... darker than a room shrouded in darkness. So black that you wouldn't be able to see its wrinkles if it wasn't ironed. Of course, he already has one of these... but it wouldn't hurt to get another, just in case.

Although, it was rather pricey... and Kid just so happened to cap his savings at exactly $888,888.88. He didn't want to go even ONE cent under that number, so he finds himself at the only place where he could get a suitable part-time job that could fit into his schedule: McDeaths.

The cramped, incredibly humid (yes, he's saying it again for emphasis), and increasingly warm room was beginning to get on Kid's nerves. It didn't help that he was stressing out trying to make this customer's burger perfectly symmetrical; the slippery-ness (he isn't sure if it's a word, but he could care less right now) of the oily yet also completely dry patty made it hard to align the thing with the bun, so eventually he just groaned and wrapped the burger up, using the paper to push the patty into place.

"Order number 3--" Kid cuts himself off as he realizes that the person he was working with went on their stupid break. With a louder groan, he sauntered over to the "drive-thru", throwing the window open, and having the customer pay before handing them the burger... that was not bagged. He frowned, bagged the thing, gave it to the customer, and ran back over to the microphone connected to the menu speaker thingy-ma-bob outside.

"Hello... Welcome to McDeaths. What can I get for you today?"

He tries to sound cheerful, but it comes out as a grumble. Death, he can't wait for his shift to be over. Why did he even decide to work HERE of all places!? Literally anywhere else would be better. Doesn't this chain support genocide? He's totally quitting today.