One day, Dorko walks into a popular fast food joint for no other reason than that is where his feet took him. Taking haphazard bites from other customer's food, he crookedly makes his way to the line at a cash register. Of course, the act of getting in line was a complete accident. He stares at the menu; he stares at the employees; he stares at a man picking his pockets. "Need help?" start Dorko, "Here, it makes things a lot easier if I just hand you my wallet. Preferably with you holding a gun to my back so as to scare the dickens ou ....