Girl on the right: yup, i’m just gonna go… just keep walking…
Friend bursts through the door and tackles Greg on top of the Colonel.
Shit, Mr. KFC is mad. And he’s clearly coming onto you – the man’s got cock suckin’ on the mind. This does not bode well. We’ll get his secret formula some other day.
>Blame the entire thing on the curtain-ghost and crab-scape, Zoidberg-style.
> Pull out gun
> Start singing
“What did you say about me, you little b*tch. I’ll have you know…”
Greg drops on his knees and gives the Colonel 20$. If asked why, he just answers “Well, ahead of time, I dropped and gave you 20.”