“One happy meal, FOR BOYS” he stressed. He was surprised at how often he would end up with some miniature Barbie toy, or horrendous pink Paw Patrol character. Couldn’t they tell by the deep tones of his voice, he thought? The oracle looked at him with a shocked expression.
“Not just one packet, please. I want enough of that sauce to make me cry tears of spicy joy.” The clerk looked up and grinned. “I hear and understand, guru. If you really want to burn, how about some scotch bonnet ketchup, too?”
The grin widened and became- horrible. “Indeed,” he said. “I can take anything you can dish out.” His face reddened and morphed into frightening angles. The clerk trembled as his customer said, “You DO know who I am, don’t you?” Flames rose around him. He laughed hysterically.