McL

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, or McDonalds. But I do work at McDonalds, so most of the things that happen to our geniuses have actually happened to me. Fortunately, I handled them better than they will.

For the purposes of this story, Watari felt that McDonalds needed some geniuses working there. And, he just happened to know a few!

Because Watari has very good persuasive skills, he got L, Matt, Mello, Near, and Raito to go apply. McDonalds was never the same.

L went for his interview. 'And, it says here that your name is Ryuuzaki?'

'You mispronounced it.' L stated, not explaining how to properly pronounce it.

'Um... ok... so, why do you wish to work at McDonalds?'

'Watari told me to.'

'Ok, and what do you think... why are you sitting like that?' The interviewer finally burst out.

'I could explain it to you, but I doubt that you would be able to comprehend.'

'Normally, you are nice to your interviewer, Ryuuzaki.'

'Normally, I'm not applying for work at McDonalds. I see no reason to be nice to you, because there is a 78.3 percent chance that you will hire me anyway.'

One of the employees came up to the lady. 'I quit!'

'82 percent.'

'Fine! You're hired!'

.oOo.

L came in to work on his first day wearing his uniform that he bleached white, no hat or visor, and no socks.

'Ryuuzaki! What are you wearing?'

L blinked. 'My uniform.' What a stupid question.

.oOo.

L was standing at the till, and a really obese couple was ordering. 'And, I will have the Double BigMac meal large sized with a Diet Coke.'

Ryuuzaki looked quizzically at the man. 'A diet coke? That will do nothing to make your body any more appealing. When added with a Double BigMac meal large sized, it really doesn't help. Not even mentioning the fact that it is actually worse for you than real coke.'

The man seemed shocked. 'Did you say I'm fat?'

'Yes, you are. Now, what do you want for dessert?'

'We do not want dessert. I can't believe you said I'm fat.'

'I cannot believe that you are shocked I called you fat. You look to be 500 pounds. And how could you not have dessert? It is the most important part of the meal.'

'I am 486 pounds, thank you very much! And, we don't want dessert!'

'You don't have to thank me for stating the obvious. Are you sure you do not wish to have dessert?'

His manager came up behind him, luckily missing the previous conversation. 'Don't forget to ask if it is for here or to go.'

'But I am 82 percent sure that they will eat here.'

'You still have to ask them.'

'But I do not wish to.'

'Just ask them.'

'Fine!' He turned to the fat people. 'Do you wish to eat here or take out?' Then he remembered something vital from his training. Always smile. So, he smiled the creepiest smile the fat couple had ever seen in their lives.

'Umm... we'll eat here.'

They were so scared by his smile they forgot to complain about the fat thing.

.oOo.

It was rather busy around 5, but L was coping well. Until he saw someone writing in a black book.

'Kira!!' L then proceeded to vault over the counter and tackle the boy.

FIRED!