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Pete walked into kfc, he wanted a chicken sandwich. He stands in line patiently, fondling in his pcoket looking for his wallet. His wallet is found and he unzips the leather contraption and searches for his card.
"I bet he is ordering a fucking chicken sandwich." Hw hears a voice behind him mutter to his friends and a few giggles.
Pete turns on his feet and huffs, sparing a glare or two at the man who looks like a twinkified morrissey.
"UM.. actually i was going to buy the chicken sandwich."
"Why can you gay people be normal and order a bucket of chicken like everyone else.. fags always have to make everything so extra."
"Um actually i really like the chicken sandwich."
"Fag.."
Pete was furious and threw the first punch, it hit brendon in the face and knocked out a tooth.
The kfc went silent and then gasping.
Then brendon hit back and the two started fighting alot.
Pete found himself being pinned onto the kfc tables as he kicked away brendon in attempt to run away. But he couldnt. He needed the chicken sandwich.
The two found thensekves covered in crumbs, fries,ketchup and mayo and they picked up trays of customers and beat each other with them. Pete picked up a large tray with ten buckets of chicken from the kitchen and tthrew it and brendons face. Causing the twink to topple over onto the kfc tile floors. Everyone was screaming and running out if the kfc by this pount. Workers hid under there desks in terror and brendon was out cold. A big pile of fried chicken covering his face. Pete smiled and ran back to the kitchen and made himself a chicken sandwich.
He ate it happily on the way home