What the fuck did you just fucking say about my burgers, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Hamburger University, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on McDonalds, and I have over 3 million confirmed hamburgers sold. I am trained in griddle warfare and I'm the top burger flipper in the entire US. You are nothing to me but just another customer. I will kick you the fuck out of my restaurant with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the drive thru speaker? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Wendy's associates across the USA and your license plate is being banned from every Wendy's store right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that makes sure you never eat at a Wendy's again in your life. You're fucking done, kid. I can be at any Wendy's, anytime, and I can make a Dave's Single in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in griddle combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Wendy's Corp and I will use it to its full extent to ban your miserable ass from Wendy's stores in every continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit Frosty all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.