Delicious

"C'mon, we can make it!"

"Dude, no way. The sun's almost down."

"We got like five minutes. Think of the chicken nuggets!"

Skeeter resisted manfully, but he couldn't deny he had the munchies something fierce. "Okay, but let's hurry, awright?"

They pushed inside, and the bell over the door chimed. The pale woman behind the counter smiled thinly. Brody grinned at her.

"We, uh, like, want some nuggets, man?" Brody said.

"Sorry," said the woman, as the locks slammed shut and dark forms rose from the shadows behind the counter. "We're no longer serving dinner. It's the breakfast menu now."