As Larry stepped into the building, he unhunched his shoulders. It was a lot warmer in here than outside. It might have something to do with all the bodies pressed together in one room with a heater on. Not that he minded the heat one bit. What was that saying? If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen? Larry could surely stand the heat  he thought as he browsed the shelves of food. None of it looked very appealing to him. Then again, the fact the could probably cook something a lot better didn't help in choosing. Eventually, he choose some fries that would become french fries, a small thing of cheese sauce, and something that he was fairly sure looked like chicken. He wasn't quite sure as the color seemed a little off, but it was a protein and he did need that. As unappetizing as it looked.<br/><br/>As he waited in line, he studied the food on his plate. The fries were cut in a wedge shape with no ripples on the side. He found them far too big and knew they were gonna come out undercooked as he slide his tray into the correct spot. The cheese sauce looked like the kind you got from a can and he couldn't fault them for that so much. A big place like this really didn't have time to make their own sauces. That one he could understand. But the chicken look alike and the fries? He just couldn't get his head around that. Even if they ordered their fries, surely they were smart enough to realize that they were gonna come out mushy. Did they like mushy fries? And he doubted that chicken had even been seasoned before it was cooked. It looked white and pasty. Not an speck of anything to be seen on its skin. Not even pepper for goodness sake or grill lines! It was like they popped it in the microwave and then stuck it in the fridge. Which might have happened for all he knew. All in all, it reminded him of a school food as he paid for the meal and got his now warm food back.<br/><br/>Walking away, he sat down and poked one of the fries. There were a delicious looking golden brown on the outside with where the skin was still attached being a shade darker than the rest. He had to give them points for that, but when he poked them, they were still a bit too squishy for his liking. Picking one up and juggling the still hot fry in his hand, he popped it in his mouth and was pleasantly surprised at the flavor. Either there had been something on that fry or they were using pretty good grease to cook it. Either way, he was glad he didn't have to use the cheese sauce for the fries as he suspected that might be going on the chicken.<br/><br/>It didn't look much more appealing warm than it had cold and when he took a bit of it, he made a face. It was chicken. There was no denying that fact. It was also bland as anything. Pouring the cheese sauce, adding a bit of salt and pepper and even squirting half of a mustard packet on it only helped the flavor a little bit. At least he couldn't consider it bland anymore. That was for sure.