Fast Food Worker: (Hello, can I help you?)

(Just look inside)
--Side here, just what do you see?
Greasy little pickles and big yellow cheese,
Keep that in mind that I walked up here to explain to you in its entirety (my complaint),
A good burger can make the mute sing,
Watch their eyes light up like it was a diamond ring,
It's why I look forward to the middle of the day,
It makes me so ha-pay (It tastes so good),
But, oh no! look out below!,
You just threw you reputation right out the window,
I can't stand cheese on my dough,
I wasted my money so my (anger grows),
I wanted to keep my complaints inside of me,
But when I tried, it all came out,
What you guys meant will eventually be a memory of a time that you,

Did so good, to make my food,
But right now, I'm not ex-tremely pleased,
I'm in the mood, for good fast food,
But I told you, to hold the pickles and the cheese,

One thing, that made you guys tight,
You'd always, always, always get my order right,
But, keep this in mind, I gave you my money and what do I get?
(pickles and cheese),
Even though I come here every Thursday,
You treat me like I was helpless, defenseless prey,
Remembering all the times you got my money,
I'm surprised that you (got revenge),
Your quality just dropped through the floor,
I might as well walk out through that open door,
I'll go out, to Dairy Queen,
Where there's not a slice of cheese (to be seen),
There's no way that you can keep me inside,
I loved you guys, in fact I almost cried when I,
Sat and thought of all the good memories of the time when you,

Did so good, to make my food,
But right now, I'm not extremely pleased,
I'm in the mood, for good fast food,
But I told you, to hold the pickles and the cheese,

I gave two bucks,
To you,
That's as much as you asked for,
Now I ask for a refund, don't ignore,
I gave two bucks,
To you,
That's as much as you asked for,
Now I ask for a refund, don't ignore,

You used to do so good, to make my food,
But right now, I'm not extremely pleased,
I'm in the mood, for good fast food,
But I told you, to hold the pickles and the cheese.

Fast Food Worker: (Number 16! Number 16!)
Ryan: (What?! That's my number? Oh! This is Number 14's meal. Yep, no cheese or pickles on mine. Heh, sorry about that. Can I make this to-go?)