d and d have a cool adventure

A whole bag is too tight on your budget, so you realize that you can barter with the waitress.

Knowing that infants are fantastic at getting what they want, you decide to mimic their strategic strategy behavior and cry like a baby.

"wAAHHh WhaHAh WHAHHAH!!!" you shout, as you flail your arms about. You notice everybody in the room is visibily disgusted. The waitress walks over.

"Now what?" she asks, disgruntled.

You try and articulate your sentence in your best (it's awful) British accent possible. "Hi there, I spend most of my expendable income on heroin and contraceptives old boy, so I'm afraid I can't purchase an entire bag of these scrumptious, fried, thin-sliced potato slices tally ho! Will you be willing to barter? Say, a nickel for three chips?"

Dach and the waitress are clearly confused, trying to understand what you said through the horrid accent.

"Uh, I'll pay for the bag." Dach says after a moment.

"What kind of chips you want, Dean?"


You look at the menu and pick out a flavor: