"If you torture me, you're no better than

"If you torture me, you're no better than me!" he said, pleading with his eyes and panicking at his reversal of fortune. The cattle prod was in my hand now. "I'm not trying to be"

just to prove my point. But it wasn't working. He spit blood, raise his eyes to mine, holding his gaze for at least 10 seconds before speaking. Slowly, he said

...you...wan...fries with that? I raised an eyebrow and just said sure. Next time I'm going to Wendy's, this bullcrap I don't need. To top if off,

they weren't nice fries anymore. They had skin on them. I didn't pay a dollar to eat potato skin. I reached across the counter and grabbed the nearby spatula. "Order up, Bitch!"

Put she was unimpressed. She'd apparently been threatened with a spatula before. Before a could show her what spatula's were good for she'd peppered by eyes with Tabasco.

Which thankfully cleared up the apparent cold I was suffering under. "Thanks, honey!" I proclaimed, "That cleared things right up!" "Speak for yerself an' kiss mah grits," she

snorted and handed me the bill. "Ten bucks for a cup of coffee?" Flo smiled,"plus gratuity and medical advice, pay up." I fished my wallet from my overalls and out flew two moths.

"Mel! This kid's broke and ain't gonna pay his bill!" Flo yelled over her shoulder to the cook. "Then he can mop the floor" Mel grunted. Not wanting to upset them, I decided to

just do it. 'I'll mop the floor, you old hag,' I mumble. 'Watch what you say you goddamned urchin!' Flo screeched. 'You be feelin' lucky we ain't kicked ya ungrateful arse outta