Actually, you and Tord were not kill. You strutted out of the McDonald's, leaving behind the battered corpses of your once best friends. I mean, you had the stinky communist, and that's all you needed. But what next? Where would you go? You decided to go home.

"Wait, (Y/N)!" Tord called.

"Wtf do u want lol?" you replied.

"I-I can't walk! My legs..."

Tord's legs were gone, leaving behind gross stumps.

"Lmao wutever lieutenant Dan, just grow them back, duh," you lol'd.

"Oh, right," Tord said and grew a new pair of legs.

Ya'll grabbed all the McNuggets and walked home.