Drive-Thru Audition

Of course I talk, what did you expect, squeaks? To prove I'm entirely one of a kind and not repeating anyone's boring script, I marched straight to the coffee table and set up my very own late-night drive-thru window behind a tall stack of coasters. I snatched an empty paper cup to use as my official headset and squawked out my best professional greeting into the living room air. 'Welcome! May I take your order, or would you like to hear my dramatic villain laugh first?' It was pure chaotic perfection. Nobody ordered fries, but I gave the remote control an extra honorary pickle anyway.