I ordered a filet of fish here once. About 10 minutes after eating it I was showing signs of Ebola. I was vomiting profusely and my butt couldn't stop squirting some sort of mixture of bile/coca cola/french fry/ketchup juice. I called for help but everyone ran away is horror. After awhile a bunch a guys in biological suits showed up and locked me in a incubation coffin thing. A few hours later a baby Ronald McDonald broke through my stomach breaking through the coffin and killing everyone outside. I somehow crawled out and was rescued by an old southern man who smelled of chicken. Everyone called him colonel and his people sewed me back up and then threw me out a van in some remote region of Pittsburgh. Through all this my phone was still in my pocket with just enough juice to order a Uber ride home. Through this whole experience I can never eat at another McDonald's again and fear all the Ronald McDonald statues I see.