[color=00a651]"Go by the name of the King Adrock, rock, super educated, I'm smarter than Spock, Spock..."[/color]

Kimiko was in the process of doing the morning shift bro's job for him - again. She had taken her customary breakfast order of three bacon, egg and cheese McGriddles, a large cup for Coke, and all the necessary ingredients for improvised fry production - or, as the menu so callously advertised them, 'hash browns.' Kimiko found no purpose in hashing them, and didn't care much for their color. What mattered is that they were ambiguously spudlike, and could be shredded up into thin strips that vaguely resembled her favorite food. So, while her McGriddles were still being prepared, Kimiko had taken the false tubers and begun her process, tearing the hash browns into five or six jagged strips, and then breaking each strip in half, until she could properly simulate an order of fries.

It was soothing work. Pretty boring, but the end result would be worth it.

Plus she didn't have any other plans for the day.

Should she get a job at McDonald's?

A little extra money never hurt...

But if Kimiko got a job, and was suddenly beholden to a schedule, how would she be--

[color=00aeef]"Commander-sama?"[/color]

[color=00a651]"Every time you hear me you will agree, ain't nobody like the K.I.D., D..." [/color]she mumbled nonchalantly, too absorbed to look up at the approaching ethereal goofball. [color=00a651]"Heya, Hitomi-chan. Take a seat and tell me when they call for my McGriddles. Do you want some fries?"[/color]

She waved a greasy piece of hash brown at the girl in clinical, characteristically detached greeting.