Hey. You with the tazer. That one I helped get out of the giant mushroom and was nearly papercutted to death by playing card guys after you left? That's right. You.
I feel bad that I was a real jerk and said anything about your ass or your weight. Or that you were manly. I can't think of a great way to make it up to you. BUT. If you want a free lunch this month, it's on me. Anything you want off the menu where I work. Just use the drive thru @
[address]If I do anything wrong this time, you can mace me. Right in the eyeballs.