>be me
>ask the low iq minimum wage slave if he has any cum
>he says he just ran out
>be overcome with a primal rage
>jump on the counter and scream "i'm tyler life!"
>"today i fucked up, my (20f) girlfriend of two years told me the music that i (25m) play during sex is weird and a major turn off!" the 730 iq crowd chants in unison
>put my shirt over my head and let out the purest "reee" to show my devotion to tyler life
>everyone else reees as well
>the manger comes in and calls the police because he doesn't understand the mature and intellectual nature of our cries
>we run to the next mcdonalds store as we search endlessly for that cum