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Well, that escalated quickly.

You realise with a jolt that these guys are huge, and in all the wrong ways. They're fat! The one inspecting you right now must be at least 200kgs of pure fat - he barely fits into his uniform, which is stretched tightly around his massive stomach. Why's he inspecting you, anyway? Shouldn't he and his partner be taking you to the police right now? Not that you want that, but still - what's going on? The guard grins, then nods to the one holding you up. You're suddenly hoisted into the air and flung over the guard's shoulder, facing backwards. He starts walking, and you try to turn around, but he just tightens his grip on you. You struggle as he carries you behind the counter and into the back of the store, but to no avail - he's just too strong. After going down several flights of stairs and through countless hallways, you're finally dumped into a chair and cuffed.

You look around the room. It looks like some sort of interrogation chamber, only the walls are lined with strange machines, and the furniture is far too large. The chair you're currently in is more than twice your size, and the table is at least a metre away from you. What the hell? One of the guards, the one who was inspecting you earlier, seats himself in the other chair, while his partner stands by the door. Now you can see why everything's so big - it's all suited to fit these guys. The guard's ass fills most of the seat, and his stomach is almost touching the table. He catches you staring, and grins.

"Like what you see, boy?"

You grimace. "No."

"Then why're you staring? It's rude y'know." He smirks and leans back in the creaking chair, then pulls a lighter out of his pocket. "Want a smoke?"

"No thanks."

He shrugs and lights up a cigar, then puffs on it heavily. The black smoke quickly fills the room, and you start coughing. The guard grins again, then leans forward and pulls a pen and some paper out of his pocket. "So." He says, "I have a few questions for you."

"Do you want to know why I was in the store?"

"Yes, preferably."

"It's a long story..."

"We have time."

You raise an eyebrow. "I'd prefer not to go into detail."

"Fine," he says, "give me the short version."

"I walked through a door and found myself in McDonalds. The End."

He chuckles and writes a note on the paper. "What's your name?"

"Jack."

He writes another note. "Ok Jack, are you currently employed?"

"Yes. Why do you want to know?"

He ignores your question. "Are you enjoying your current line of work?"

"Yes."

Another note. "How would you like to work at McDonalds?"

You laugh. "What is this, a work interview?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"What? No!"

He ignores your protests, and gets out of his chair. He walks over and un-cuffs you, and you stop talking. What's he doing? The other guard opens the door, and you're led out of the room with a guard on either side. The three of you eventually reach a door that reads "New Recruits". The door opens, and you walk into...

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