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Authors: Lee Goldberg, William Rabkin
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at Bubbles, standing there with that dumb smile on her angelic face. If she saw the horror, she wasn't showing it.
And neither was Rachel.
She wasn't repulsed at all. If anything, she seemed absolutely delighted by what she saw.
It wasn't real.
He had to keep telling himself that, even as he breathed through his mouth to avoid the stench and fought to avert his gaze from Andy's melting face.
"This is only temporary," Matt said. “You won't be here long."
"Sure—today, employee of the week," Andy said. “Tomorrow, chairman of the board."
A kid, his face covered with acne, came out from the back of the kitchen, his big Happy Burger smile showing off the shiny braces on his teeth. His name was Chip, short for Chipper, because of his upbeat and positive attitude. He was born to be a Happy Burger manager, and eventually its CFO, and he knew it. This job was just a stepping-stone. One day there would be a plaque outside this restaurant in his honor.
That was true, there would be, but not for the reasons he thought.
"Hey, Andy, the French fries are ready," Chip said. “Can't you hear the alarm?"
"In a minute, kid," Andy said. “I'm talking to a couple of my friends."
"The fries have already been in the oil ten seconds too long."
Andy whirled around and looked at the kid. The rapid motion splattered bits of Andy's face on Chip's shirt. Matt fought the urge to gag.
"I'll be two more seconds," Andy said and then looked back at his two friends.
Matt could see a little tear opening up in Andy's swollen neck, a maggot working its way out.
"It's okay, Andy, we were just leaving," Matt said, trying not to look as one maggot, and then another, crawled out of Andy's throat, which was opening like a zipper.
"No, it isn't okay," Andy said. “You came to eat. You're going to eat. On me."
Andy crammed hamburgers, fries, apple turnovers, anything within his reach, into a couple of Happy Burger bags.
"We are losing the golden brown texture," Chip whined, tapping his foot in frustration.
"Back off—you're pissing off our customers." Andy glowered at Chip and then handed the bags to Matt.
That's when Andy's throat burst open, maggots spilling out everywhere, down his shirt and onto the stainless steel counter.
"Come back and visit us soon," Andy said, his larynx exposed, clotted with yellowed pus and globs of blood.
Matt muttered his thanks and hurried out the door, barely making it into the parking lot before he started vomiting.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Andy watched as Rachel's car sped past the restaurant and back towards town.
"If we lose those fries, Goodis, it's going on your permanent record," Chip said.
Andy adjusted his Happy Burger cap, tugged on his Happy Burger shirt, and turned to Chip.
"Well, if it's that important to you, Chip, don't you think you should handle this crisis personally?"
Chip straightened up and lifted his chin with pride. “I'm management. You're food preparation."
Andy smiled at Bubbles, the perky cashier, and imagined for a moment how her big Happy Burger smile would look around his big happy cock.
Chip stabbed Andy with his finger, breaking his reverie. “I'm talking to you, Goodis."
Andy whirled around, grabbed Chip by the back of the head, and led him over to the French fryer.
"Don't be shy, Chip, take charge." He held Chip's head over the vat of boiling oil.
"How do the fries look?"
Chip squealed, the hot oil spraying in his face. “They're fine! They're fine!"
Andy looked over his shoulder at Bubbles, who was staring at him in horror.
He smiled at her. “Where's your smile?"
And then he shoved Chip's face into the fryer and watched her scream.
Andy got hard in an instant.
Her scream was infectious.
Within seconds, everyone but Andy was screaming. Bubbles. The customers. The kitchen crew.
And Andy just stood there, pup tent in his pants, Chip flailing under his grasp.
"How are we doing on that golden brown texture, Chip?" Andy lifted Chip's face out of the fryer for
And neither was Rachel.
She wasn't repulsed at all. If anything, she seemed absolutely delighted by what she saw.
It wasn't real.
He had to keep telling himself that, even as he breathed through his mouth to avoid the stench and fought to avert his gaze from Andy's melting face.
"This is only temporary," Matt said. “You won't be here long."
"Sure—today, employee of the week," Andy said. “Tomorrow, chairman of the board."
A kid, his face covered with acne, came out from the back of the kitchen, his big Happy Burger smile showing off the shiny braces on his teeth. His name was Chip, short for Chipper, because of his upbeat and positive attitude. He was born to be a Happy Burger manager, and eventually its CFO, and he knew it. This job was just a stepping-stone. One day there would be a plaque outside this restaurant in his honor.
That was true, there would be, but not for the reasons he thought.
"Hey, Andy, the French fries are ready," Chip said. “Can't you hear the alarm?"
"In a minute, kid," Andy said. “I'm talking to a couple of my friends."
"The fries have already been in the oil ten seconds too long."
Andy whirled around and looked at the kid. The rapid motion splattered bits of Andy's face on Chip's shirt. Matt fought the urge to gag.
"I'll be two more seconds," Andy said and then looked back at his two friends.
Matt could see a little tear opening up in Andy's swollen neck, a maggot working its way out.
"It's okay, Andy, we were just leaving," Matt said, trying not to look as one maggot, and then another, crawled out of Andy's throat, which was opening like a zipper.
"No, it isn't okay," Andy said. “You came to eat. You're going to eat. On me."
Andy crammed hamburgers, fries, apple turnovers, anything within his reach, into a couple of Happy Burger bags.
"We are losing the golden brown texture," Chip whined, tapping his foot in frustration.
"Back off—you're pissing off our customers." Andy glowered at Chip and then handed the bags to Matt.
That's when Andy's throat burst open, maggots spilling out everywhere, down his shirt and onto the stainless steel counter.
"Come back and visit us soon," Andy said, his larynx exposed, clotted with yellowed pus and globs of blood.
Matt muttered his thanks and hurried out the door, barely making it into the parking lot before he started vomiting.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Andy watched as Rachel's car sped past the restaurant and back towards town.
"If we lose those fries, Goodis, it's going on your permanent record," Chip said.
Andy adjusted his Happy Burger cap, tugged on his Happy Burger shirt, and turned to Chip.
"Well, if it's that important to you, Chip, don't you think you should handle this crisis personally?"
Chip straightened up and lifted his chin with pride. “I'm management. You're food preparation."
Andy smiled at Bubbles, the perky cashier, and imagined for a moment how her big Happy Burger smile would look around his big happy cock.
Chip stabbed Andy with his finger, breaking his reverie. “I'm talking to you, Goodis."
Andy whirled around, grabbed Chip by the back of the head, and led him over to the French fryer.
"Don't be shy, Chip, take charge." He held Chip's head over the vat of boiling oil.
"How do the fries look?"
Chip squealed, the hot oil spraying in his face. “They're fine! They're fine!"
Andy looked over his shoulder at Bubbles, who was staring at him in horror.
He smiled at her. “Where's your smile?"
And then he shoved Chip's face into the fryer and watched her scream.
Andy got hard in an instant.
Her scream was infectious.
Within seconds, everyone but Andy was screaming. Bubbles. The customers. The kitchen crew.
And Andy just stood there, pup tent in his pants, Chip flailing under his grasp.
"How are we doing on that golden brown texture, Chip?" Andy lifted Chip's face out of the fryer for
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