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'''[[Wikipedia:Burger King|Burger King]]''' is an [[United States of America|American]] chain of fast food restaurants headquartered in Miami, Florida and | '''[[Wikipedia:Burger King|Burger King]]''' is an [[United States of America|American]] chain of fast food restaurants headquartered in Miami, Florida and was [[Bob]]'s restaurant of choice, unlike Chris, who prefers [[McDonald's]], Burger King's competitor. | ||
On occasion, Chris | On occasion, Chris went to Burger King with Bob, which has resulted in a field agent spotting him there. However, it was a forged sighting by Chris himself, revealed in [[Jackie E-mails 3|the third part]] of a correspondence between Jackie and Chris. | ||
==Sighting== | ==Sighting== | ||
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Burger King is an American chain of fast food restaurants headquartered in Miami, Florida and was Bob's restaurant of choice, unlike Chris, who prefers McDonald's, Burger King's competitor.
On occasion, Chris went to Burger King with Bob, which has resulted in a field agent spotting him there. However, it was a forged sighting by Chris himself, revealed in the third part of a correspondence between Jackie and Chris.
Sighting
- Main article: Coffee Place
On 3 July 2010 a "field agent" spotted Chris at his local Burger King. Bob, infuriated because he had arrived late for a discount on coffee, got into a argument with part-time manager Amanda. Eventually, Chris joined with a uproar "so loud, it would have awaken [sic] the dead."
The account in full:
| My family and I were there one morning a couple of weeks ago; my camera was screwing up with me, so I ended up with the photo of the front counter. I haven't been back for a while (Damn parents won't drive me back there), and I'm only 14.
Robert was shouting at Amanda, and eventually Chrissy joined in with an uproar so loud, it would have awaken the dead. It was in response to Amanda harassing them that day. I asked around after Robert and Chris left, without my family taking notice of me. I can get away with anything within my reach; I'm the middle child of a set of three in my family. Sadly, we were only passing through that week on our way back from a visit with my Grandma and Grandpa in South VA; we live up in Boston. Being bullied as a Freshman last year in my High School was no fucking picnic either. And I really loath ANYONE who is even considered "Special". I'm Special enough on my own for being invisible yet able to attract attention remotely with a mere thought or do-nothing and having to put up with the aggresiveness in my fucking family; I am very much the Master Mind in the family. My father is damned retarded. But enough about me, I hate Chris as much as the rest of you. Stopping the presses on his books and giving up his website; it still pisses me off. If I recall correctly, it was about 10:30 when the Father and Son Duo left, so best bet is about 10:00 AM to try and intercept. I want to see Chris, if not both of them, squirm in torture from our Trolling of him. I really want to see him blow his top off again. LULZ. Oh, and the Windows at that place were Tinted, so the photography would be best from inside the place. For the LULZ!!!! |
In reality, the sighting was forged. After creating the forged story, Chris promptly wrote the Coffee Place article, and, taking advantage of this, Clyde Cash created Trollin' Train and invited Chris there, if he would pledge allegiance to him, resulting in JenkinsJinkiesCwckiApplication.MOV.
See also
- McDonald's - Chris's preferred fast food hamburger chain.
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