The black striped white tom licked his chops as he settled himself upon a seat at a table outside the food joint, lifting himself up so his paws were situated on the table top, his rump properly seated. He looked around himself. "I normally don't like Burger King much," he glanced at the empty space to the right of him, as if breaking the third wall if there were a camera recording, "but when I do, I like to do it right." He cleared his throat when a twoleg walked by. "Excuse me, I'd like a whopper."

Primal sounds escaped the twoleg as it growled and attempted to chase him off. He scoffed and hopped down. "How rude. My business is perfectly acceptable here. You just lost a customer thanks to that attitude."

He wandered to the back, where the door to the joint was left half open thanks to a group of employees spending their break outside. He slipped his way in and looked around with a hum. There he found it. The trash can, full of delicious, wonderful goodies that would otherwise be thrown to waste. "Yes..." He breathed, inhaling the familiar scent of fast food. He purred and jumped into the bin, stuffing his face.

"See, you can make any bad day a good one with more food."