"Chicken nuggets are all white meat and wholesome food for everyone," he said with a straight face, sounding like a terrible commercial. "No, I know they're shit. But they taste good, so whatever. Besides... how bad can my sense of taste be? I'm here with you, aren't I?"
McDonalds workers always looked hard pressed for a desire to live, and who could blame them? The work was boring and the kitchen was hot and they smelled like french fries for days afterward. Fisher liked to watch them, liked to imagine where they came from, who in the back was feeding their family and who was saving up for a car and who just needed drug money.
Fisher looked at Will as though he'd lost his mind. "NO," he said, a little horrified. "Hell no. After I eat this I'm gonna take a nap, hope the calories sink in." He lifted his shirt a little to show off his stomach. "Clearly you haven't noticed that I'm pretty much emaciated."