"yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?"

"absolutely, do you want a meal or just the sandwich?"

"uuuuh hold on"

*fishes something out of my pocket*

"ranni what do i do?"

"oh? thou'rt committed, then, to the age i must usher in alone? the fries shalt grant thee the necessary vigor in the grim deeds to come. ah... but shouldst i add thee to the list? another kind soul, willing to let a stray fry slip into thine pocket... nay, forget mine counsel. forget."

*stuffs her back into my pocket*

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*