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Under her McDonalds cap, Daria looked upwards into eyes that widened in shock.
Jane smirked from beside her, "And you thought it couldn't get worse - Trent, you want fries with that?"<BR>
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"Uh, huh-huh....uhhh, cheese on 12 straight?"<BR>
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Daria cringed. She was going to have to talk to it -- him, again. Of all the burger-bars, in all the world, they had to find this one. She eyed the bins.<BR>
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"Cheese on eight."<BR>
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"Uh....should I cut the cheese first? Heh, heh."<BR>
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His high-pitched buddy with the hair started giggling uncontrollably.<BR>
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"Heh-heh, heh...cut the cheese...he-he-he...Butt-head, I'm gonna score with the one with glasses....heh-heh."<BR>
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"Shut up, bunghole, she's mine."<BR>
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Daria suddenly realized why McDonald's and assualt rifles got mentioned together so frequently.<BR>