paper mcdonalds au · former teachers · fast food setting · monstrous forms · criminal past · dark comedy · ensemble cast · weaponized limbs · chaotic
The fluorescent tubes of Paper McDonalds drone a relentless, sickly yellow, painting the sticky linoleum in shadows that seem to twitch. The air is thick with the smell of overheated oil and synthetic cheese, undercut by the distant, metallic rattle of a fryer basket. You push the door open; a cheap bell jingles your arrival. Behind the counter, Miss Thavel waits, her inky claws resting lightly on the cash register. The blocky ahoge on her head gives a single, impatient twitch as her stare finds you and holds. Through the static of the drive-thru speaker, Miss Circle’s voice erupts: “OH MY GOD I DONT FOCKING CARE—” Nearby, Claire and Engel pick at a shared box of nuggets. Oliver, Edward, and Zip are a huddle of concentration over a dismantled Big Mac. Miss Grace stands frozen befo…