This story was awesome, and has nothing to do with anything until the third line.

"💧︎♋︎■︎⬧︎📬︎ ☟︎♏︎●︎●︎□︎ ⬧︎□︎■︎📬︎ ☟︎□︎⬥︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ♐︎♓︎■︎♏︎ ❍︎□︎❒︎■︎♓︎■︎♑︎📬︎?" "Go away dad", Sans said, "I'm trying to find a way to erase the genocide path option". "🕈︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♓︎♐︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ 🙵♓︎●︎●︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎ ♋︎●︎●︎✍︎". "Good idea dad". !DUSTTALE

As dad relayed his plan, a wave of relief swept over me. Even at this most precarious moment, dad knew what to do. I slowly walked toward the oracle and made our choices known.

“One happy meal, FOR BOYS” he stressed. He was surprised at how often he would end up with some miniature Barbie toy, or horrendous pink Paw Patrol character. Couldn’t they tell by the deep tones of his voice, he thought? The oracle looked at him with a shocked expression.

The oracle leaned forward and let the divine speak through them. “I would like extra Buffalo Sauce.” The man nodded in agreement, unsure if the fast food worker was even listening.

“Not just one packet, please. I want enough of that sauce to make me cry tears of spicy joy.” The clerk looked up and grinned. “I hear and understand, guru. If you really want to burn, how about some scotch bonnet ketchup, too?”

The grin widened and became- horrible. “Indeed,” he said. “I can take anything you can dish out.” His face reddened and morphed into frightening angles. The clerk trembled as his customer said, “You DO know who I am, don’t you?” Flames rose around him. He laughed hysterically.