The smell of the cooked chicken aroma hypnotizes you as your stomach rumbles in fury. You walk up to the woman at the cashier who is wearing a pink floral blouse and a neon yellow skirt which not only looks very odd, but doesn't suit her.
Suddenly her very squeaky and shrill voice she asks you, "Now, Now, youngster, what'll it be? Make sure it's expensive!" she taps her foot waiting for you to answer.
What will it be?