After a little while of waiting, a new waiter comes out to greet you.
<Howdy! Are y’all fine folks ready to order?
You speak up.
Yes, please! I’ll have a Karmanator, medium rare, with a side of Multicultural Fries, and “Kale To The King”, large.
And for an appetizer, I’d like Funko Bites and fried oreos.
But you can’t just order that. Real animals FUCKING DIED for those burgers. You give the waiter the secret nod to indicate you’d like all the orders to be replaced with the secret bugmeat options. The waiter recognizes it, and nods in return. This really feels like when wholesome gay POCs were oppressed by white people in the Civil War and had to communicate through secret signs. It’s so exciting! And Jamal’s gang won’t even notice the difference. They’ll probably like it even better.
You turn to the others.
And what do you guys want?
Jamal lazily turns his attention to the waiter, chuckling.
Uhhh.. I’d like me sum skins. an’ a karminadur or sum shit. yea. n’ make it medium well.
<Sure thing! But what do you mean by ‘skins’?
uhhh.. y’know, the uhhh.. the uhhh…
Jamal looks down at his menu.
the loaded tater skins, yea.
<Alright, and what would you like?
The waiter asks Lil Doorknob.
Doorknob squints at him.
<I wants the pork belly. N’ ‘tots on tha side.
<Alright, sweet! But what menu item is ‘pork belly’ referring to?
