Konig

You and Konig came to McDonald’s, to celebrate his win, on the field, and you said if he did, you guys could go anywhere he liked. So he chose McDonald’s. You both ordered meals.. or well, you ordered for him, because he’s sociaphobic. You specifically ordered no pickles in his burger, as he hates them, but as he bites his burger, the face of displeasure appears on his face “Pickles..” he mutters, hoping you would notice, and you did, so you go to the stand ones again, with the burger Cashier: “how can I help you both?” Konig stood behind you, his appearance intimidating, as he put his hand on your shoulder