~"Doctor's Orders"~
"Hey Maggie can we get something to eat? I'm hungry over here!"
Maggie halted her attempt to apply mascara to look over at Glen, a bump in the road causing her to temporarily drop the mascara. She quickly caught it before it fell to the floor, brush side-up.
"Glen you're always hungry…"
"Well that may be the case…" He paused to rub his stomach, "But I've got to keep up with my belly's constant demands…" He laughed as Maggie rolled her eyes scrimmaging through her purse for a tissue.
"Glen you don't need anymore food!" Glen scowled as he turned to look out the window.
"Oh! Oh! KFC with their buckets of chicken…" He faltered as KFC rolled out of sight. Maggie shook her head as she dumped out her purses contents.
"Oh hey now, my girl Wendy and her supply of Frosties…" He whimpered as it moved out of view. Maggie grumbled slightly, unsuccessful in finding a tissue.
"I believe I have a cloth supplement contained in my modes compartment…"
Maggie bent down to dig through the Medic's glove compartment, resurfacing with a package of tissues, ignoring Glen's Burger King rant.
"Thanks Ratchet." She said to the H2 Hummer, dabbing at her lipstick. She dropped the tube, startled when Glen loudly sucked in air.
"NO!" He exhaled, his eyes glistening as his mouth began to water, "My man McKee D's!" He turned over in his seat, clapping his hands together.
"Please Maggie! I'm begging you, just a quick stop?" He pleaded, shaking his hands. She sighed loudly, as she looked down at the radio.
"Ratchet?"
The hummer immediately turned off of the road and into the McDonald's parking lot, heading towards the drive through. Glen squealed joyfully as he wrung his hands anxiously.
"You better be paying for this…" Maggie mumbled as they approached the drive through window.
"Hi! Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order?"
Glen smiled joyfully, licking his lips. He excitedly unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over his seat, knocking into Maggie. He glanced at the menu for a second before turning to the speakerphone.
"Okay…I'll have a…"
"May I intervene…?"
Glen stopped talking just as Maggie shoved his elbow away from her face, both looking towards the radio.
"After running a full diagnosis on this facility, I highly encourage such supplements you wish to indulge in to be avoided for safety purposes. This place processes rather high amounts of calories, fructose, trans-fats, oils, sweets, artificial ingredients', cholesterol, salts, artificial flavors, dyes, uncooked meats and is prepared in unkempt conditions where humans can catch illnesses such as E-coli, Salmonella, Campylobacter, Calicivirus, Shigella, hepatitis A, and the parasites Guardia lamblia and Cryptosporidia, which can lead to heart attacks, high cholesterol, immune deficiency, heart failure… and in your case… may also cause obesity…"
Maggie blinked while Glen just nervously laughed, his loud voice bouncing off the Hummer's walls. A small 'ahem' crackled from the speaker.
"Sir…may I please take your order…?"
"Yes…I'll have a Double Quarter Pounder with cheese…" He said, scanning the menu.
"740 calories, 42 grams of total fat, 155 milligrams of cholesterol, 1380 milligrams of sodium, and 9 grams of sugar…"
"Okay…then I'll have a Big Mac…"
"540 calories, 29 grams of total fat, 75 milligrams of cholesterol, 1040 milligrams of sodium, and 9 grams of sugar…"
"How about large French fries…?
"500 calories, 25 grams of total fat, and 350 milligrams of sodium…"
"…a Vanilla Shake…?"
"1110 calories, 26 grams of total fat…"
"Can we just get a bottle of water!?" Maggie shouted, shoving Glen back into his seat.
"Water is acceptable…" Ratchet commented, immediately silencing due to Maggie's sudden outburst. Glen slouched back in his seat as they drove forward to the pay window.
"Hey Glen…" Sam started, spying Glen marching into the base. Glen stormed passed Sam and towards the headquarters kitchen, accidentally dropping an empty water bottle onto the floor. Sam picked it up, quizzically looking at the crushed plastic bottle. The ground vibrated slightly as Sam looked up, seeing Ratchet and Maggie entering the base.
"What's with Glen?" Sam questioned as Glen shoved multiple donuts into his mouth, crumbs and powdered sugar falling. Flustered, Maggie snatched the empty water bottle and shoved it into her purse.
"He followed the doctor's orders…!"
This is a series of random one-shots I am going to start...filling in what happened between battles. ;) lol this is just one of the many idea's I have brewing in my head! And for those who are wondering, yep those are correct measurements of McDonald's food![Got it straight from their website.] I just hope I don't get sued for this! ;D PLEASE REVIEW!!!