Uncle Frank’s, The All American Diner! by Paolo Costea

Person one: Frank (has a cowboyish, raspy voice)

Person two: Georgieboi (has a wimpy, hillbilly voice)

Frank: Welcome to *wheeze* welcome to Uncle Frank’s All American
Restaurant! The only restaurant where you enjoy diabetes.

Georgieboi: Well, howdy, Uncle Frank! How could you possibly enjoy
diabetes?

Frank: Well, GeorgieBoi, it’s quite simple. With our limited edition Deep
Fried Biscuit and Chicken Cheeseburgers, you’ll beg for more. We also
have Frank’s Flamin Frog-- I mean, Beef Nuggets for the kids! They’ll also
love our ballpit. It’s so much fun, some kids stay in there in there for weeks
and are still in there!

*Frank proceeds to stuff Georgieboi’s face with Frank’s Nuggets*

Georgieboi: No, no, thank you, Uncle, I don’t want--*mpph* no, stop,

honestly, I don’t *mpph* I don’t--no, seriously! NO. NOOOOOOO--*mpph*
Frank: So what are you waiting for? *loud cough* come on down to-- *loud
cough* come one down to *loud cough* come on down--
*Frank proceeds to have a cough attack on floor*

Georgieboi: Uncle Frank, are you alright?

*Frank keeps coughing*

Georgieboi: Yes, the restaurant is mine! Huehuehue! Come on down to
Uncle Frank’s, The All-American Diner for your next bowl of grease and
cornbread, only 99 cents! See y’all soon! If you have any questions about
Uncle Frank's, dial 94*!

*Uncle Frank has his final and fatal cough*

*94 is a random number, do not dial it.