10 / / ❝pack up and move to uranus or something!❞

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[ After some sword-fighting — shing! shing! shing! — session with the thugs, Trevor quickly grabs Leila and gets on the delivery motorbike. Just kidding, he hit them with a baseball bat he brought from his apartment as a defense weapon. ]

        

Hey, this is McDonald's—AH!

      

[ After putting on the helmet, Trevor speeds off, forcing Leila to wrap her arms around his stomach. ]

      

I-I will report you for stealing—

      

[ Her hair flies back as the wind caresses it, gradually dropping her anxiety. She raises her arms and her eyes savor on the e-lei-gant scenery. (You see what I did there?) ]

      

[ Trevor slows down after a few minutes and pulls off to the side of the road. ]

      

Woohoo! I haven't had this kind of fun in months.

      

[ He faces her and opens up the helmet, merely to reveal — oh my, she could feel the twin hills on her chest becoming tense. Her ovaries awaken and begin to perform a ritual dance. ]

      

[ Trevor is indeed a man carved with sugar, spice, and everything nice on the outside. Perfect face, perfect facial hair, and basically the epitome of Prince Charming. Although, he is still the Condom Guy. ]

      

WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?

      

¡Que?

       

They could have done the R-word on you. Those guys will do anything to feast on their preys. They all conquer the area where I live.

      

[ Trevor then says something under his breath but Leila couldn't figure out what exactly. He said something like, ❝And my anus too.❞ ]

      

For your information, sir, I came to deliver your order. Plus, why the hell are you still living there anyway? Pack up and move to Uranus or something!

      

Wait, what order?

      

God, you ordered an Egg McMuffin set with drink from McDonald's. I'm the delivery line worker you've been calling.

      

I'm sorry, who are you again?

      

Is this some sort of a prank? You're getting on my nerves, boy.

      

I really don't know who you are.

      

Okay, Trevor. You. Ordered. A freaking Egg McMuffin. Half an hour ago. McDonald's delivery line? Leila the Annoying Orange?

      

Oh, now I remember you. The most annoying girl I've ever known. Why did McDonald's hire you anyway?

      

¡Que?

      

Stop trying to flirt me with your French and go away.

      

It's Spanish, idiot.

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