"Stop, you fools!" You yell to the pilots as you notice a White Castle pass from your view on the ground below. The pilots stop immeditly and give each other confused looks. "Good, now activate the cloaking system and lower the ship to about 2,500 feet above the ground." They do so as you command Winslow to follow you to the jet hanger. When you get there you ask Winslow if your personal jet is ready to fly yet. "They just finished repairing and refueling it about an hour ago, sir." He replies. "Well then, I guess it was a good idea not to test the fire ant grenades on the mechanics after all." You say with a laugh. "Who did we end up testing it on again?" "I beleave it was your grandmother, sir." "Oh yeah! Is she out of the hospital yet?" "No, but she has regained most of her skin and the ability to feel pain." "Excellent, make sure you send a "get well soon" card to her in my name later." "Of course, sir." "Now, back to the matter at hand." You say as you climb into the Night Specter. "I'm going to get some food, you want anything?" "Curly fries and a diet soda, sir." Is what he said, but over the roar of the jets engines starting up all you heard was: "Cutie pies and a dead cobra grrr." "You angry about something?" You ask as the jet takes off. You fly it down towards the white castle you saw earlier. "Now where was... ah, there it is!" Well, you're at White Castle's, how will you get your food?
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