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"I’m gonna murder you, nickel." Said Pin. "I’m then gonna plant your hands in my gar-den! So cool, right?"
"I don’t have arms though." Nickel responded.
Pin’s expression droops once she realises.
"Oh."
"Wanna go get McDonald’s instead?"
"Okay."
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"Order 143..?" Said a tired, high-pitched voice, Clapboard. Yes, the future TPOT debuter. They’re working at McDonald’s right now. This is a particularly rough point in their life, y’know. Their wife divorced them, and took the kids too. Now with child support to pay and being stuck at McD’s, they struggle to make ends meet. This is neither here nor there though.
"Ooh, hi!" Shouted Nickel. "That’s us!"
"Oh, you’re the guys on BFDIA, right?" Said Clapboard. "I’m a HUGE fan."
"We sure are! I was gonna murder Nickel and add him to my hand garden, but he has no hands so we’re having a pic-nic there instead!" Said Pin.
Clapboard gives the most mortified expression of their life once they hear that.
"Bye, Clappy Boardy!" Said Nickel, as the two grabbed their order and walked out.
Clapboard feels an impending sense of dread. What the fuck happened to Pin? Why is Nickel okay with this? Why did he know their name?
Someone walks up to them.
"I miss my wife, Leek." They say. "I miss her a lot. I’ll be back."
Clapboard heads off to their break.
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"Wow, nice garden, Pin!"
"Thanks, Ni-ckel!"
Pin bites on her burger while Nickel plays with his happy meal toy.
"Hey, it looks like Yellow Face!"
Nickel then proceeded to put on his best impression of the businessman.
"Buy my slop 1% off today! Huehuehuehue!"
"Wow, that sure sounds like him!"
Nickel takes in the scenery of the garden a bit more. Gosh, does it look nice.
"Well, Pin…"
"What is it, my new coin-friend?"
"This really is a Fear Garden™."