I despise him. Not only did Chuck E. Cheese assault me when I was a Senior in High school (yes, he grabbed my boob) - but now he assaults my children with vile bacteria every time we go to visit him in his nasty little rat hole that he calls a "fun zone". Without fail, EVERY SINGLE TIME WE GO, within 48 hours - the kids either have a fever, are vomiting, out of control irritable, or itching. I am itching just talking about it. We took Karah there to celebrate her kindergarten graduation - and alas, Bradley had a 103 degree temp shortly thereafter.
What a nasty little rats nest. I actually went up into the tunnels to see if they have some sort of ventilation system - or if it is just a hot and humid little petri dish - growing all sorts of bacteria and "fungai". I went through one tunnel and my jeans were wet on the knees. The options were limitless. Was it a child's saliva, vomit, urine, sprite, or the biological warfare agent that Chuck had placed in the tunnel the night before?
One will never know - but all things considered - Mr. Cheese should be either incarcerated or have his neck snapped in an over sized rat trap. He is either infecting our children or ripping them off by having us spend $50 on tokens that the kids get to cash in on a spider ring and a 2 inch laffy taffy. He's a rat bastard. But I'm not bitter.
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