Are ya sure about that?
Ekimu wakes up on a cool Saturday morning with a burning desire for coffee.
“Oh boy!” He cries aloud. “I need to get mu coffee!” The mask maker runs outside the walls of his forge, trying to find the closest cafe.
“Welp,” he said, staring at the doors of the dirty and sketchy McDonald’s. “I guess this will have to do.” Ekimu walks into the establishment. “Welcome to McDonald’s,” states your average, everyday villager. “May I please take your order?”
“Yeah,” Ekimu replies. “I want a frapuccino.”
The McDonald’s employee then gives the elderly mask maker a look of pure and utter sadness. “I’m sorry sir, but we’re not offering any cold beverages at this time. Can I offer you a-”
“What did you say?”
“We’re not offering any cold beverages at this time, sir.”
Ekimu then jumps onto the counter. “YOU LIAR!” He decides he needs to show this kid a lesson. He grabs his hammer and yells, “FOR THE GLORY OF MU COFFEEING POWAAAAA!” to then smack the villager across the face with the weapon, knocking him out.
“That’ll teach you to not negate me my frap.” Ekimu utters. As he leaves the McDonald’s, the entire building explodes from Ekimu’s powers of swag.
“Now,” Ekimu says to himself. “Where to go now?”
He lays his eyes upon the most beautiful thing ever: Starbucks. Ekimu decides that he’ll get his caffeinated beverage in there.
“Wuz up, mang!” yells the cashier. “Welcome to the hizouse! May I take your lil’ coffee order, dudette?”
“Yeah, sure. Can I have a frappuccino?” he asks.
“Why not, Mang!?” says the groovy employee.
Ten Minutes Later…
“Ekimu!”
“That’s me!” He walks up to the cashier. “Here’s your drink, mang!” He says, handing the beverage over to Ekimu.
“Sweet!” yells the elderly Mask Maker.
“That’ll be 3.95 my brother!”
Ekimu stares at the employee. “What?"
“Three dollars and ninety-five cents. Pay up!”
“Um…” Ekimu runs out of the Starbucks, his wonderful frappuccino in hand. The building then explodes behind him via his powers of swag.
###The End
I guess it was a bad fanfic…
