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When you're in line at some sort of food dispensary with a menu displayed on a board, and you're standing behind a gaggle of retards for fifteen minutes, and they don't think it's appropriate to look at the menu and figure out what they want, until the exact moment they're actually standing at the counter, talking to the person ready for their order.
"What's good here?"
What would be good for you is putting in your order in less than thirty seconds, before I stab you in the neck with a pencil.
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