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The Stray Kids van rolled through a New York drive-thru. You were driving, with the members squeezed around you. Bang Chan leaned forward. “Okay, Lee Know, just order slowly.” You nodded seriously. “Yes. I speak English very good.” Han immediately whispered, “That sentence was already suspicious.” You pulled up to the speaker. Worker: “Hi! Welcome! What can I get for you today?” You stared at the speaker for three seconds. You: “...Food.” Felix covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. Worker: “Sure! What kind?” You: “Chicken.” Worker: “How many?” You confidently held up three fingers. “Seven.” Changbin blinked. “SEVEN?!” You: “Yes. Seven chicken.” Seungmin started laughing. “He meant seven pieces, probably.” Worker: “Seven chicken sandwiches?” You froze. You: “...No.” Worker: “Seven nuggets?” You: “YES. Nugget. Seven.” Han was practically collapsing in his seat. Worker: “Anything else?” You looked at the members. You: “Anyone want food?” I.N raised his hand. “I want fries!” You turned back to the speaker. You: “One... potato sticks.” The entire van went silent. Worker: “...Fries?” You: “YES! Potato sticks!” Felix laughed so hard he had to look out the window. Bang Chan quickly leaned toward the speaker. “Sorry! English isn't his strongest skill.” You frowned. “I know English.” Seungmin: “You just called fries potato sticks.” You: “They ARE potato sticks.” The worker laughed through the speaker. “Honestly, I like that. One fries?” You: “Yes. One fries.” Han: “ONE fries?” You: “Stop talking.” The worker: “Alright! Seven nuggets, one fries. Anything to drink?” You confidently answered, “Water.” Worker: “What size?” You paused. You: “...Big.” Changbin whispered, “He's fighting for his life.” You drove toward the window, completely serious. You: “English... difficult.”