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“Kid, if mascotting paid that much, do you seriously think we would still be doing that?” The King shot back.
Two bright patches of red appeared on Jackson’s cheeks. “I guess I never really thought about it,”
That was the first of many lies he would tell that night.
In truth, Jackson had thought about it. Extensively. As a kid, he had always dreamed of being a mascot. It seemed like they were larger than life: always endorsing products and eating food (Jackson was not allowed to do this). Since his father had died when he was 7, and his brother when he was 8, his mom had turned to alcoholism and he had to take care of her bearded dragon, [insert name] that always seemed to slip her mind. Hell, the whole reason he had to work at a shitty fast food place was because they couldn’t afford [insert name]’s nightly bubble baths. He had always dreamed of being away from his mom and his responsibilities, and fast food mascots were the perfect scapegoat.
Jackson snapped back into reality to see Wendy holding up several overly plump chickens.