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[Locke]

Joe turns off the highway.

Frank is still out cold on the asphalt, covered in burns, blood, sick, and inexplicably, gravel. His legs twitch as the dream begins to unfold.

Trent curses angrily as he pulls out into the street, noticing the bar/strip joint across the road is also closed. A small child outside his open window bursts into tears.

[Megamantn]

Joe gets lost after turning off the highway

Frank is taken to the hospital by paramedics while he's unconscious & dreaming

Trent gets beaten by the small child's mother

[Usoki]

Joe wanders around, desparately looking for the golden arches, or some other sign which advertises food, so that he can get lunch.

Frank dreams that he is in a maze of twisty passages, all alike.

The middle-aged woman who has just materialized inside Trent's car continues to smack him upside the head with her handbag.

Trent, shocked by the sudden appearance of the violent hag, flinches uncontrollably. This causes him to swerve sharply to the left.

[Megamantn]

Joe can't find any golden arches so he went to a Burger King he saw driving around & goes there instead.

Frank can't find his way out of the maze.

The middle-aged mother carjacks Trent's car while smacking the hell outta Trent with her handbag.

Trent tries to regain control of his car but the car drives into a convenience store.

[Locke]

What the hell, it's back? ...LOL, this is ridiculous. The image of the poor kid's hag mother, teleporting randomly into the car. I actually laughed out loud. This thread is epic.
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Joe pulls at one of the restaurant's doors. It gives a surprising amount of resistance, but creaks open. The Burger King is dim and a little dirty. Joe is the only customer.

Frank continues to wander the maze while the doctors discuss his condition. Several rooms away, one of the resident interns is taking bets on the outcome.

The middle-aged woman is relentless. She follows Trent as he scrambles out of the car, her handbag in constant motion.

Trent curses, coughing and waving his arms, trying to fend off the assault.

The convenience store clerk watches it happen, utterly unfazed, while dust and debris from the car crash begin to settle across shelves of junk food and other essentials.

[Usoki]

"Hello?" says Joe, stepping cautiously into the dimly-lit restaurant. There is no reply.

In his dream, Frank sees a flask at the end of a hallway. He tries to pick it up, only to discover that he cannot. He is unsure as to why he cannot get the flask.

The middle aged woman, bleeding profusely from a head wound, cannot see clearly. In her confusion, she stops beating Trent, and begins to batter a cardboard cutout of the Stay Puft marshmellow man.

Trent falls to the ground, coughing furiously. He was not wearing his seat belt, and seems to have broken a few ribs on top of everything else.

"Excuse me," says one of the customers, an elderly lady. "There seems to have been a small mishap in aisle four," she says, pointing at the wrecked car. "I just thought you should know."

"I'm on break," replies the clerk, helpfully, pointing at a nearby 'register closed' sign. He watches with detached indifference as Trent slowly bleeds to death on his floor as he chews his gum.

[Megamantn]

Joe goes into the kitchen only to find a dead body on the burger stove burning the body.

Frank spends the next 3 hours trying to pick up the flask.

The middle-aged mother starts going nuts thinking Stay Puft was real & tries to eat him.

Trent has 5 people surrounding him trying to save his life.

The clerk just sits there & does nothing but listening to punk rock & reading playboy.

[Locke]

Joe finds his way to the counter, hungry enough to ignore the restaurant's sanitation. There's a pale and sickly-looking guy with long, greasy hair, zoned out on the empty order screen. His name tag is blank. He's either very new, or very lazy, Joe thinks.

Frank continues to grab at the flask ineffectually. It never moves, but unaccountably gets further away every time he tries. He's so thirsty. One of the doctors is drawing lines on his unconscious body with a Sharpie, and some of the interns have lit cigarettes and are playing a hand of poker while they wait.

The middle-aged woman punctuates her streak of violent cursing with a particularly vicious swing of her handbag. The marshmallow man's head pops off. Satisfied, she kicks over his cardboard corpse, spits on the ground, and disappears.

Trent is still on the floor. He is bleeding from multiple shallow head wounds, and one of his eyes is swelling. He groans, in pain from his fractured ribs.

The clerk continues to stand around doing nothing. His eyes pass over the destruction on the way to the clock in the corner, and he notices Trent bleeding on the floor. He thinks for a minute. "Hey, man, this shit isn't cool," he says. "You know you're gonna have to pay for this stuff, right?"

[ChubbyTeletubby]

The pale, sickly looking guy behind the counter looks up from the screen. "Hi. Welcome to Burger King."

"You wouldn't know of any nearby Thai restaurants, would you?" asks Joe.

Charlie Sheen suddenly makes a cameo in Frank's dream. He's got an ounce of high quality cocaine and is accompanied by several assorted porn stars and high-quality Las Vegas whores. He offers some cocaine to Frank, who gladly accepts. While Frank snorts a line of coke off a porn star's ass with a rolled up hundred dollar bill, Charlie grabs the flask and takes a hearty swig from it.

"Mmmmm....VODKA!" he says with a thumbs up.

A fat guy wearing hello kitty slippers, short shorts, and no shirt stands over Trent, pushing everyone aside like a sumo wrestler. "I KNOW CPR!" he declares.

Trent tries to resist but is simply too fucked up.

An appalled look comes over the clerk as he watches the fat man's lips make contact with Trent's. "Gay!" he cries out.

[Locke]

The employee just stares blankly. Abruptly, his eyes refocus. "Okay, I got this. You want an extra crispy maple syrup triple-stacker with bacon and butter, add onion rings, hold the pickles, chitlins and a keg of Coke. Would you like fries with that?"

Joe shakes his head. "Uh, what?"

"Your order, bro. Do you want the meal or just the sandwich and chitlins?"

"I'm pretty sure I don't want any of that," Joe says. "And I don't know what your game is, but I've been through a lot of weird shit today, and this is right up there with everything else. My best friend died a few minutes ago, you know?" He laughs shakily. "I mean, it's not like anyone saw it coming. We were just sitting there talking and her head fucking exploded - do you understand that? I can't stop thinking about it. I just want something to eat, because I can't deal with this shit today. I am so close to the edge, and you're not fucking helping."

The employee nods sympathetically. "That's messed up, bro," he says. "I'm gonna go ahead and put you down for the combo. It's only three more dollars."



Frank is having the time of his life (though back in reality, he's pretty close to death). The doctor puts the marker away, looks around to make sure no one is watching, and takes a quick hit from his pocket flask. "That's better," he mutters as the warmth hits him. "Just a little bit to take the edge off. Calms the nerves, right? Let's see, here. We've got you on... what the hell is this?"

Trent tries to move away, but is not successful. Muffled by the fat guy's lip-lock, he nevertheless screams audibly as the jagged ends of his broken ribs grate together.

The clerk just stands there, torn between avoiding actual work and stopping the atrocity.

[Usoki]

The employee walks over to the dead body on the grill; the grotesque human form is also wearing a uniform with a nametag that reads "Angus". "Medium, or medium rare?" asks the employee, chopping off a piece of the corpse's arm.

Frank's doctor watches in horror as Frank's hideously scarred penis begins to stiffen and rise up from the table.

Trent gasps for air once the fat guy has released his mouth. To his horror, the fat guy has placed his hands squarely on his broken chest, in preparation for chest compressions.

The clerk has opted to avoid work, although it's a bit difficult to listen to his iPod over Trent's blood-curdling screams. "My life is so hard," he says aloud.

[Locke]

Joe ignores the employee, who turns to start frying the chitlins. He stares out the grease-streaked window at the ghetto.

Frank's body is jerking around. The doctor picks up the phone and listens for a moment while Frank starts grunting like a hog. "Uhh, yeah. We're going to need a specialist in here. The patient? Yeah, that's right. Yeah. I don't know, but something has gone terribly wrong here. Uh huh. Yeah. Excuse me? What am I wearing right now? I don't see how that has any - yeah. Mm hmm. Oh, yeah. Yeah, he's about six - maybe closer to four - right. A little lower. That's it, a little lower. Get down there. Do it, work it. Mmnnh, yeah, keep going. Hey, whatever pays the bills - wait. No, wait, hold on a minute. Is this a phone sex line? Okay. It is? 1-900- fucking interns. Look, we've got a code black here. That's right, code black. I don't expect you to understand. Uh huh. Look, I need to get someone down here as soon as possible - yes. Okay, yes, I'm aroused, but I really can't spend any more time on the phone with you! Yeah, right. I know, it's just - yeah, just call me back after five. Yeah. Wait, no, have you lost your mind? Uh huh. Damn it, listen to me! No, I'm not doing that! No, just - no, it's not happening. I'm going to hang up the phone now. I - am - hanging - up - the - phone. What was that? I don't care what you'll do for fifty bucks. I'm not interested! This isn't working. Listen, this just isn't making - whatever. You know what, fuck you. Yeah, you heard that right. Your mother is a whore. I don't care if you cut yourself! Get over it; go back to law school. IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT, STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN! I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH! Uh huh. Send the bill to room 269. Yeah, thanks. That helped a lot. Thanks. Okay. Same time tomorrow? Groovy. Yeah, I know; that was great. I had a blast last week. Jeff says hi, by the way. Heh. He still doesn't know, either. He doesn't. Yeah, whatever. Gotta run, anyway, code black going on. This guy's in bad shape. I know, right? Completely ridiculous. See you later. All right, bye."

Trent is desperate. He screams as he somehow manages to roll over under the fat guy, trying to crawl to safety.

The clerk turns up the volume on his iPod, watching the seconds tick by on the clock.

[Playa988]

Joe then gets his food.

Frank finally manages to get his hands on the flask.

Trent crawls away before being body slammed by the man giving him CPR.

The clerk sits back and listens to his Ipod.