After picking up their luggage, the two fatties waddled and wheezed their way to the parking structure where the met up with their brother Kewl, who was some how even fatter and wheezier than them. After much huffing and puffing, they stowed their luggage in the back of a 10 passenger van that was modified for half that many fatties. Kewl told his brothers he was going to treat them to a strawberry blizzards, hamburgers, fries, and hot dogs at the new drive-thru DQ. As Kewl pulled up, he wheezed into the intercom his order: 14 hamburgers, 5 hot dogs, 10 large fries, and 6 strawberry blizzards. The DQ employee's voice crackled back,
"Sorry sir, we only have Oreo blizzards today. Would you still like 6 Oreo blizzards instead?"
All three brother's faces turned red as strawberries as rage welled within them. Kewl turned to his baby bro, Dawg, who looked at the eldest brother, Rob dot Singer, affectionately nicknamed "Dot." Kewl resumed wheezing into the intercom,
"I came here for strawberry blizzards. Not Oreo. 6 strawberry blizzards."
"Sorry sir, as I explained earlier we're out of strawberry flavored--"
"STRABERRY!!!!" Kewl shrieked like a toddler on a plane. He panted and huffed and puffed to regain his composure. After some silence, the intercom resumed crackling and a new voice, a deeper voice answered back.
"This is Jud Vagabondaggio, the manager. Get the fuck out of the drive thru or I'm gonna--"
"STRAWBERRY!!!!!" the three brothers screeched in unison. The honking of horns behind them intensified. Dot was the first to catch his breath again and suggest that they get out and physically go inside the DQ. The doors of the modified vans slid open and the three fatties waddled out. Along with honks they were met with jeers and boos by the occupants of all the cars stalled behind their van. All 17 of their chins jiggled with rage as they shuffled into the DQ. Dot slammed his ham hock fist on the cash register and commenced hitting everything in sight. His sweat soaked gray shirt and shorts sent small droplets of fatty sweat flying as he did so. Ew. Dawg did what he did best: Stood in place and shat his pants, then shook himself vigorously so that the poop would travel down his pant leg and on to the floor. Kewl used the distraction to get behind the counter into the food prep area. All the DQ employees ran out the back door except for the manager, who was ready with a sawed off shotgun. Kewl stared down the barrel as Jud aimed it right between his eyes.
"Strawberry--" was all he managed to say before all went dark and calm.
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