Restaurant RP

*a man walks out the bathroom diarrhea dripping down his pants while a huge church of toilet paper is in his pants* man: WHY YOU SKIBIDI YOU SKIBIDI ME EOWASDSA AAAAA I GOT LEVEL TEN DIARRHEA NOW YOUR NOT SO SIGMA! *the employee just stares at the man weirdly not with disgust just weirdly as the man starts walking away playing music with his fart pitches*

(The employee is just watching the man walk away, not sure what to think of the situation. The man is clearly not in his right mind and is acting strange. The employee is unsure of what to do)

*the man is now playing music with his farts as he is walking to his car*

*Kyle snorts into his drink, nearly choking.* "A refined taste? Mate, you eat Vegemite straight from the jar." *Ethan grins, leaning forward.* "Yeah, so where were you really sneaking off to, huh? Got a hot date or something?"

*leans against the counter, fingers drumming impatiently* Make it quick. *mutters under breath* These fries won't romance themselves.