Congratulations Chicken Finger Bandit!

When she reaches for the register you'll scream at her so violently that spittle will fly from your mouth into her face.

"NO!"

She'll quail, shifting herself away from you, towards the ground.  Only the gun in your hand will keep her on her feet.  Only the knowledge that, if she hits the ground, if she disobeys you, if she takes liberties with your directions, she'll die, same as her co-worker did, bullet in the face, blood splattered all over her name-tag.  Her name tag will read Sheryl.  Her co-worker's will read Mary.

"IN THE BACK!  IN THE BAG!"

She'll stand stock still waiting for directions.  You'll smile at her.

"Chicken," you'll begin.  "Fingers," you'll finish, snapping your own fingers as you clarify.

She won't move at first, which will prompt you to scream.

"NOW!"

While she moves you'll hold the young woman who was sitting at the counter, smiling at her when you came in, in your free hand.  Perhaps she was Sheryl's lover?  Or sister?  Sister more likely.  The young woman won't be struggling anymore by this time, won't be complaining.  She'll just be looking at the ground, trying not to cry, trying not to move at all, not even to breathe.

When Sheryl emerges with the bag of chicken fingers, you'll smile.

"Good," you'll announce.  "Good work, Sheryl.  Now pack them in the trash bag and throw it to me."

Sheryl will do as you ask, hurling a trash bag at you with one hand.  You'll catch it easily, the weight of the chicken fingers, all the chicken fingers, heavy in your fist.  You'll keep the gun trained on the young woman's head as you back up towards the door.  When you reach the exit you'll announce to the diner.

"Call the police in ten minutes.  Tell them you waited to make sure I was gone.  Thank you for the chicken fingers."

As you finish you'll kiss the young woman on the back of the head and push her inside the diner as you walk away.  The peal of weeping will start to penetrate the noise of the highway, but you won't let it stop you.  You chose this life, and you're going to keep following this path until it ends.  You're guessing that'll happen sooner than later at this rate.

Congratulations Chicken Finger Bandit!