…and he’s hungry.
The Comte de Saint-Germain only eats once per year. On that day, disatrous storms lash the locale, the earth shakes, terrible omens are seen, and all who sleep have horrific nightmares. He’s finally decided to try the so-callede “Golden Arches”… and he’s headerd right into a crew of Mak Attax burger-jockeys. What rough beast slouches towards the lunchcounter, waiting to be gorged?
Wait, that was the Comte?!
No wonder he chuckled when he asked for his burger well done.
Man, that was one hell of a graveyard shift.
My bud Joe lucked out though, the Comte seems to be the only guy in the world who thinks you need to tip fast food workers.
OH MY LORD – HE DIDN’T TAKE THE TIP DID HE !!!!!