While you're trying to enjoy your Lumberjack Stack, a crazed-looking man sporting a mullet runs in with a box under his arm. Eyes scanning the room, he quickly runs up to your booth and opens the box. The man hands you a scary looking contraption. "I built this in my basement last night to ward off the NASA satellite mind-control rays, but it doesn't seem to work. Maybe you can figure it out." He darts out the door, but not before flashing you a conspiratorial look over his shoulder and saying, "hope alls well with you"...
