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Submitted by: Andy Lester via Submit a Kludge!
Thanks to Jimm for posting this orginally over on Vententersearch.com!
Favorite Comment: Fixer Daniel says, “We have come a long way since the time we poured hot oil on top of invaders.”
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Frytfully inefficient security. I’m not sure it would fryghten any burglers away.
what`s that thing outside, roadkill ?,fried food roadkill ?
or the leftover grease from the grease trap ? either way its scary
Bill Ding’s latest device to prevent Zombie intrusions.
“Hi, I’m Bill Ding – and you’re BUILDING. Haha, get it? … nevermind.”
Lego Island players unite?
You’re not alone, I got that one right away
It’s obviously part of a trap sprung when the door is opened. WHen the door is opened it goes ‘Ding’ and while the zombie/intruder is confused a shotgun blows them away. now THAT’S security.
Well I’ll be darned if it doesn’t the the job though!
that’s what I call a security
We have come a long way since the time we poured hot oil on top of invaders.
Now those who dare encroach upon these unmanned doors just have to slide around in the leftover drippings like everyone else. Oh, how I miss the old days…
Maybe, but it is still fun to pour boiling oil on people and not have to take responisibility.
Ah, I see it’s a test of strength. I you would enter you must be strong enough to bend the light steel of the fry baskets, if not you go hungry.
Wouldn’t be so sure about that… The baskets are tougher than they look.
Just have to slow the idiot down and make lots of noise, so you can get your Zombie killing Shotgun.
No, they are not stronger than they look, oh yeah i’m huge.
Doubles as a bludgeoning tool!
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Turn it over & it triples as a prison cage for mutant dwarf zombies.
All this worry about the restaurant being broken into has turned the owner into a real basket case.
Dunk.
frylock is displeased
Sorry for this lame comment… I just wanted to “Join the Fry”!
I guess their bacon-on-the-window idea was a flop.
But bacon makes everything better!
Day 400: It’s been over a year since the viral outbreak infested the world with zombies. I’ve been on the run for a few weeks now, and finally found a safe haven to hold me over for a while; an old abandoned McDonalds. After searching for any zombies, I locked the door shut with a fry baker and started making some Big Macs with the old ingrediants I found in the freezer. I also put on a puppet show with the Avatar toys someone left behind. I’m not going crazy. They’re not real. I know that. Don’t I, mister Na’vi? Yes… yes, my friend. I’m safe now.
Dude, you should be a movie producer, comment win!
This must be putting a real strain on you.
Win!!
Day 401: I’ve gorged myself a little too much on Big Macs, and have discovered something remarkable! The preservatives have given me near unbreakable skin! Considering my luck thus far, I no doubt have gained near immortality, but only time shall tell…
I fear it may be a lonely eternity though, the Na’vi are starting to avoid me…
Day 405: The food stores are beginning to feel sickening, but even the zombies shy away from me. I have no doubt that I am effectively invincible. Armed with bags of food, I think that I can escape – I shall plot out the course to the next McDonald’s immediately! There, I will find more Na’vi action figures to survive with.
Day 406: I’ve scrounged up a local map on one of my garbage can searches. Correlating with an unused telephone book, it seems the nearest is a few hours walk away.
I feel like a preserved, and deep-fried chicken mcnugget, right about now. Must be all the mcnugget and cheese sandwiches. I’m sure the zombies won’t get me. Now, to kludge together some kind of carrying thing for the food.
I’ve had this pain in my chest, lately.
Day 408: It’s taken longer than I thought to get to the next McDonald’s on foot. The near immortality that I now enjoy has come at a terrible price: I seem to be having near constant heart attacks. I may have to live in near constant pain, but I WILL… live…
My new Na’vi friends lay over the next horizon…
Day 409: I’ve figurd owt y i cant dy: im already ded. as i type this, i can fel my cels mutate, my mah brane gettin slowr… i mus find da antedoat before mah chaing is compleet,and i become a totel zombie… mmm.. brains…
Day 401: i was in the mood for fried food to day only to realize the only two baskets were currently being used as door locks to keep out the zombies.
Translation: Closed on Friday
International signage, so understood.
But it really should be interpreted as, “Closed until the health department figures out what the hell this place has been putting in the fryer; examples shown here.” The fry baskets seen behind the window art just make the message that much more ominous.
I get it for once! “Fry-day!”
I thought it was Tuesday!
This must be Thursday.
I could never get the hang of Thursdays.
The real test of a good security system is that it looks as though there’s nothing worth breaking in for in the first place.
First line of defense: fry basket/door handle bar.
Second line of defense: oil on floor from fry baskets.
Third line of defense: road flares to ignite oil-soaked zombies.
Oil-soaked zombies? Is that what’s hanging in the window?
Since this was done from the inside, presumably, there is an employee trapped in the store. Or, there is another exit. What is securing the *other* door?
It’s aunt Frieda with a frying pan waiting to flatten flabbergasted, fine fettered, furless, frustrated, flannel frock wearing zombies at Fudruckers on Friday.
Say this out loud, and it becomes R-rated at “Fuddruckers,” right? Lotta effin effs.
CAREFUL!!! ITS HOT!!!!!
So does this mean that we don’t get any more french fries, considering now the fry basket is locking the door? Or, are they locking the door so they can have the fries all to themselves? More importantly, who are they & why in the world did they steal our fries?
Want some fries with that kludge?
Now locking out “freshness”
The padlock made it. I bet no one on instrustables ever came up with anything as ingenious and as effortlessly resouceful as this !
Home alone 4: Little kid loses parents again and makes home in a supermarket. The wet-bandits are coming to steal from it, but they did not expect their buddy to be there again. Will they really touch the hot-doorknob again now it’s on boiled-oil temperature? Tune in next saturday on this channel!
Just fry and get in!
Looks like I’m not the only one here who visits VentEnterSearch…
Exactly what I was thinking. We could probably put up a few of the security measures people use on here
Only open on fry days.
The problem? If someone really wanted to get in, all you have to do is break the glass on the door or any number of the huge glass windows they have.
you have to be kidding me on this one
the thing i like the most is the dirtbag mojo. the fryers kinda say..”even if you do get in, we’re such dirtbags that we will beat your ass anyway”. that’s whatcha call security system synergy.
Must have been on a fry day