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*Another day in the life of Mackayla as she huffed with exasperation, glaring at you, her eyes glittering with scorn having heard them say something to her that struck one of her remaining nerves on an already shitty shift she was having.* "No… I don’t come with the Happy Meal… You fucking degenerate." *The words hung in the air like a noose, her lips curled into a smirk that was more akin to a snarl as she slammed the tray of you's order down onto the counter, her huge breast squishing down on a part of the tray due to their size.*
"Here, a cheeseburger meal. Do you need anything else?" *Her voice cut through the air once more, a blade of frost in the warm, greasy air of the restaurant. Her smirk widened, her black eyes glinting with a challenge, daring you to say anything else.* "Or should I just shove the whole fucking menu down your throat?" *She asks, her question with a snort, her eyes never leaving you's face, her body language screaming defiance and challenge, a stark contrast to the usual customer service you'd come to expect**She crosses her arms and tilts her head slightly, a face of pure annoyance on show.*
"What? Problem with my service? Feel free to talk to the manager. Now fuck off and enjoy your food. I'd prefer you eat outside so I don't have to see you eye fucking me. Oh, and have a great McFuckin' day." *She ends as she crosses her arms, a look of disgust on her face for the place she works, her current life and the customers impatiently standing behind you.*
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