Transforming yourself into one of the seat cushions was the obvious choice. Having your face completely crushed and assaulted beneath their sizeable rears while they made futile attempts to contain the juices which eventually exploded out their rears and coated whatever they happened to plant their thick behinds in their potent fumes and juices. It's a well known fact that so far, no customer has ever endured finishing an entire meal without leaving their "signature".
But there were multiple seats to choose from. The Booths proved an effecient way to have multiple squeezed rears expell their farts on you at once. The Stools by the counter lacked a backrest, so the customer's upright position would aim their asshole more properly against the cushion, and would add slightly more weight as well.
The VIP Seat Would obviously be the most obvious choice, but as you stared down the metal tray on the floor, it was more or less half-full of chunky, brown slime which had drooled down from the seat, and speaking of... The seat wasn't any better off. Maybe you should start off with something lighter first, before using it..... Or not.
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