[Who doesn't like waffles? Marty McFly likes waffles, and he was drawn to them by their smell wafting down the street. He settles in line behind someone, digs around in his pockets to make sure he has enough cash on him to cover one or two, and then satisfied, he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Growing more curious and a little impatient, Marty casually leans to the side and stands on his toes a little to get a view of what's taking so long. And by god, those are a helluva lot of waffles. Does the guy in front of him really need that many? Is he paying for all of those? And if not, how is he getting away with it?
ImPort, maybe?]
So... [He finally speaks up, clearing his throat, and doesn't bother hiding his skepticism.] Is there a deal going on? Buy two get five million free?
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And waits.
And waits.
Growing more curious and a little impatient, Marty casually leans to the side and stands on his toes a little to get a view of what's taking so long. And by god, those are a helluva lot of waffles. Does the guy in front of him really need that many? Is he paying for all of those? And if not, how is he getting away with it?
ImPort, maybe?]
So... [He finally speaks up, clearing his throat, and doesn't bother hiding his skepticism.] Is there a deal going on? Buy two get five million free?