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Originally posted by derangedmilk:
Strawberries cost extra.

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Originally posted by citizen:
Despite being made from recycled artifical powdered protien and smelling like crotch the food would still taste better than under the current management.

Also the special sauce content of customers hair would be far greater.

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Originally posted by Christinue:

Silly little game, but I've had fun with it before.

-Of course, all the Happy Meals would come with toy dinosaurs.

-If the Frosty machine broke and needed a new part, Mal would get shot.

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Personally, I would think the following hierarchy would fit well for our BDHs:

Franchise Owner: Inara. Cuz as it's been said, how would Inara make her living if the crew ran a Mickey D's? Meeting clients in the back room? That and it would make for some great banter for Mal and Inara if she owned the restaurant and had to answer to the bigwigs at Corporate, while Mal was the manager
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So...any thoughts?

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Originally posted by Tristan:
Had me laughing out loud, and actually imagining what it would be like! Thank you for the tears of laughter that are streaming down my face!

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Originally posted by manwithpez:
I realize this thread is about if the crew of Serenity were working in a McDonald's...but, I wrote a bit of fluff fanfiction a while ago called "Pit Stop" about a visit to a McDonald's the crew had to make.

Here's the link:
http://www.fireflyfans.net/sunroomitem.asp?i=3851

It was fun to write, and most people who read it seemed to enjoy it.

Anyways...thought I'd slap it on the grill for you!

Kaylee: "What's so damn important about being proper? It don't mean nothing out here in the black."
Simon: "It means more out here. It's all I have..."

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A street in Eavesdown on Persephone, early in the morning. Hustle and bustle is minimal compared to later in the day. Serenity is parked next to the road, cargo ramp opening onto the side of the street. A big yellow M has been erected on top of the ship’s cockpit and a drive-through path directs customers around the ship, placing orders at the cockpit and picking them up at the airlock. Directly opposite the ship is another fast food franchise displaying the Blue Sun logo.

MAL : So, how long ‘til we get her flying again?

Cut to MAL’S office, one of the shuttles. His desk is covered with promotional material. MAL is sitting with his feet up on the desk, talking to ZOE and INARA, who are standing in front.

ZOE: At least a month, sir. It’s not going to be easy to get the parts we need, or the fuel.

MAL: And what if Corporate actually starts paying a decent wage? (Looks pointedly at INARA)

INARA: I’m doing all I can, Mal.

MAL: And that ain’t enough, so do more.

INARA: Have you ever tried dealing with Corporate yourself? I can go work the cash register with Kaylee and let you be corporate liaison if you prefer?

MAL: Well... I don’t. Prefer. So you just go and do your job.

INARA rolls her eyes, sighs, and leaves.

ZOE: You’ve got to give her some credit, sir. Reporting to Badger is one hell of a job.

MAL: Hey, she volunteered to be liaison! Didn’t want to get her pretty little hands dirty fingering all the grease in the kitchen. Inara’s made her bed, now she can lie in it. Now go and wake the crew.

ZOE: Yes, sir.

Cut to the engine room, where WASH is already firing up the deep-fat fryer (which KAYLEE has rigged to be powered by the engine). The oil begins bubbling as WASH leans over the fryer, absentmindedly playing with his plastic dinosaurs.

WASH: Yes, this is a fertile land, and we shall thrive, and we shall call-

WASH accidentally drops his T-Rex into the fryer. He gasps and his eyes widen.

Cut to the cargo bay. It is filled with tables, and two cash registers have been set up next to the cargo ramp. KAYLEE sits down at one of the registers and pushes some buttons. The register goes “bing!” and the drawer pops out. KAYLEE grins, pushes the drawer back in, and sits smiling as she waits for her first customer.

Cut to JAYNE’S room. JAYNE is in his bunk, snoring. ZOE raps on the door.

ZOE (VO): Jayne!

JAYNE snorts loudly and comes to his senses, looking around.

JAYNE: What? Someone shooting at us?

ZOE (VO): It’s opening time.

JAYNE (shrugs): Call me when the shooting starts. (Goes back to sleep)

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Despite being made from recycled artifical powdered protien and smelling like crotch the food would still taste better than under the current management.

Also the special sauce content of customers hair would be far greater.

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