*places food on table in front of you* I hope you enjoy your food.
*suddenly stops*
*crouches behind table and stares suspiciously across the room* I swear I heard "Destiny"....
It should be, made with a dash of Desticle blood.
*draws big-ass sword*
*leaps across the room and stabs the guy through the heart*
*sheaths sword*
*calmly walks back* yea, the milkshakes are great!