Taco: So you want a number 4, a number 10, a number 5, a number 6 and number 1?

Lightbulb: Yes, and a Diet Coke because I am on a diet. Painty told me to watch out and not eat too much.

Taco, muttering: Wow that's a lot of bullshit. *at normal volume* Ok, drive to the next window.

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Taco, to Soap, who is holding a crying baby: Could you make that... thing shut their mouth? There are people trying to get fat in peace and I hate my job already and you guys aren't making it better. 

Soap: She always cries, just ignore it. She will shut up anyway.

Taco: ...Make her stop crying or I'll have to use this thing. *pulls out laser gun*

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Taco: I'm sorry you don't like your Happy Meal toy, but I don't like my life either so I suggest you to McFuckOff or you will have a McBrokenLeg.

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Paintbrush: I'd like some ice cream

Taco: The ice cream machine is broken.

Paintbrush: IT'S ALWAYS FUCKING BROKEN!

Taco: Just like my mental health. Now shut.

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MePhone4: Taco, I've noticed you're... not very friendly to the guests. *glances over to Paper, who is crying and has a black burning mark above his left eye near his corner*

Taco: He started it. 

MePhone4: All that guy wanted to say, was that he had mayonnaise on his burger even though he's allergic to it. 

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Taco: God damn I hate it here. *tries to scrape sticky food off a plate* 

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Taco, talking to Microphone: See? You understand! There's always a problem-

*a child hits his head on the corner of a table while running, falls and starts crying*

Microphone: Uh, shouldn't you help him?

Taco: I'm an employee, not that demon's mom.

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I'm running out of ideas. Pls gimme requests abt an II character working somewhere or smth else idc I just need requests