The poor kid's acne-ridden face lights up at the sight of Jamie's cleavage, and it never actually makes it farther than that.  "Uh..... uh..... I'll have to ask my manager..."  Judging by the large stain that just appeared at his crotch, he's clearly eager to give the catsuited heroine whatever she wants.  So he apparently lacks the authority, and quickly retreats to ask the manager and change his pants.<br/><br/>The acne-faced teen is replaced by a short, heavyset, balding man chomping on a cigar.  He, like the mothers here, has the look of someone dead inside, his soul devoured by the constant presence of bratty irritants to whom he is forced to cater.  The fact that he's unfazed by a trio of busty beauties in his establishment shows just how dead he is.  "So you three need some money?  Hm.  The kid who wears the Suck E. Cheese getup is out sick and I got four birthdays today.  One of you fill in, there's fifty bucks in it for ya."