Fred works the fryer at the Nuggz drive-thru on Route 9. The pickup window is eleven feet from the counter because a contractor misread the plans in 1987, so Fred throws.
Drag back, let go, land the nugget in the bag. The shifts get meaner as you go: a fan that bends your throws, a lid that slides across the bag, a bag that surges and stalls. Land them back to back and the multiplier climbs to nine.
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