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Bob loaded his posters launcher.

Bob put on a vegan pair of duke nukem sunglasses, too.

Mcdonalds had changed the french fries again. They think they so slick, not putting up any sign of it. This time, he came prepared.

He had a drill, in case their walls have been changed to concrete.

He had a butter knife, for warding off hostile humans and butter. He was lactose intolerant.

He had a bandana, because, why not?

But most importantly, he had a frend.

Assuming you saw the image, his name is joe. Instead of having a poster launcher, he had poster grenades, and put them in his launcher. A jumble of earsplitting sounds erupted from where they were.

~Meanwhile, inside the mcdonalds~

The clerk face palmed.

wowness

The end moar