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A hungry Smokehouse visits Don Harris at his day job:
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| Hey there, Smokehouse. Welcome to McDonald's. What can I get ya? | |
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| How's it goin', Don? I'll have a quarter pounder with cheese, french fries and a Coke. | |
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| You could have just said 'Number 4', you know. Thats what it is, a NUMBER FUCKING *FOUR*! | |
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| Uh, sorry, dude. I'll have a number four, then. | |
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| You know, man, I don't even know why they call them quarter pounders! I mean they weigh much less than that! Plus, the fries don't really come from France! It's a load of shit! ...And another thing... | |
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| That's it, keep talking, jerky. Another minute and I eat for free. | |
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