Oh yeah?

Robbie places a bottle of mustard on the ground. Any kind, it doesn't matter, the detail isn't what type of mustard. The detail is the side of beef, a full half a cow, that Robbie is standing next to. He picks it up and slams it down on the bottle of mustard, annihilating it. Robbie sighs.

Shit, you're right. No slices, no chops, nothing.

Robbie shrugs and reaches into the pocket of his sequined spangled jacket. He pulls out something in a Sheetz wrapper. He unwraps it as he turns and starts to walk away.

I just owned it.

Robbie sinks his teeth into the super delicious Sheetz spicy chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato, red onion, and jalapeno ranch sauce.