Scootaloo has a problem. A very big, chicken sandwich-shaped problem. Actually, coming back to edit this thing after finishing the story, she's got a little more than just a chicken sandwich problem. But I ain't gonna tell you here 'cause that's a surprise tool that can help us later.

That's it. That's the story. Now go home and stay quarantined or something. :P

Expect OOC Scoots because I can't think of any worldly reason why she would be a restaurant manager. This extends to literally every character in this story 'cause I have no idea what the heck I'm doing right now.