Ticket_Storm.err

Lew? Okay, okay, throw the fish I mean, the fries! Throw the fries! Ticket printer is... clipping. Input overload Boomerang Protocol... Active! Tickets in the printer like a paper monsoon Line wraps twice from the grill to the moon Apron tied tight, I'm a spatula knight Peak hour's comin' like a meteor flight Fries in the oil, buns on the rack Serve one out, three orders come back I throw the burger, it arcs in the air Perfect delivery, landing right there Latency in the pantry door Buffer underrun on the killing floor The fryer is screaming white noise bliss A high-pass filter of grease and hiss Timer beeps, the transients spike Salt hits air like a snare-drum strike One goes out, two come in That's fry math, friend. We never win Boomerang! Boomerang! Back for more One hungry kid? Now there's four! Boomerang! Boomerang! Deep-fried fate I throw the plate It comes back straight! (Hah hah!) Sauce packets fly like a glitch in the rig My bandwidth is low but the orders are big Lid won't close, the compression is tight Serving up chaos in the strobe-light night Hot oil pops on a fuzzy hand Grease burns felt, yeah, that's the brand Singe on the fur, scorch on the cuff The mix is raw and the texture is rough Stock room calling... signal is dead The master channel is flashing red Bread count dropping, hope it holds See that timer? That's my soul POS stable? System restore Swipe approved Open the door Magic plastic saves the day Even though the fader is grey Food must be good, 'cause the tray comes back One hungry kid leaves, two more attack Boomerang bites in a paper storm Every return means the meal was warm If they keep coming back through the neon haze Something I threw made somebody's day We feed the rave so the rave feels right That's concession love in the ultraviolet night If you danced tonight till your heartbeat soared Some crew stood sweating behind a slamming door If you felt held, fed, safe, or seen There's a worker out here keeping you clean Paper hats crooked, pockets full of burns Still flipping joy every time the queue returns We live in the rush, in the heat, in the din Big rave, big heart, deep fryer within Boomerang! Boomerang! Don't you stop Tray spins out And the crowd shouts "top!" Boomerang! Boomerang! Bring it back Serve it, sling it Mid-Rush Attack Food must be good 'Cause they come back twice Run the Protocol And keep it nice! Shift almost done... just one more kid One last order Got it If it comes back to you... it means it was meant to be Or you just have bad aim Lew out