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// Chapter 10 
// Story: For TwiPON3 
// by kityluvr 
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I had no idea for how long I was on the road before I made it to somewhere. I just knew that I was out of food and almost out of drinks and that I needed an actual meal, but first-

"Exxon. Yes."

I pulled into the gas station and began my now-mundane action of of filling the tank and getting drinks.

"Yugo," I said, setting the drinks and tossing my bank card on the counter, "The PIN's 4-7-9-3."

"Should you be on the road like that?" the clerk asked.

After a second, I said, "Just tell me where a damn bathroom is."

"All the way back and to your left," she said, scanning the items and giving them to me.

"I'll be right back."

I put the stuff in my car, started the gas pump, then went to clean myself up. It didn't do that much in the way of helping me; I still felt miserable.

"Do you have a map of this place?"

"You going to Canterlot?"

"Ah, hell no. I just need a map of this place."

"Here you are," she said, giving the map to me.

"Thanks."

I went outside with the map and left.

"Fast food," I said, "Twelve miles onto highway 67."

With my air conditioner on high, a Red Bull in my hand, and the map propped up at my console, I was making pretty good time.

When I did make it to the fast food joint, I didn't recognise the name of it.

"No time like the present."

I pulled into the parking lot and left everything in the car except for my keys and wallet.

I knew that I still looked like a mess, but hell if I cared.

Making my way to the counter, I noticed a few exotic-looking people. They weren't from around here.

"Sir, what can I get you?"

"Huh?"

"What do you want?"

I looked at the menu, "Twenty chicken nuggets and a large chocolate milkshake."

"Okay, $3.93."

I swiped my card.

"Twenty-seven is your number, we'll have it out shortly."

I noticed out the side of my eye that one of them began to walk over to me.

Don't, don't, don't, don'

"Order 27?"

Me. Yes!

I just took the food and sat down at the first open table I saw, then had at it.

"Excuse me," an Egyptian accent said.

Crap.