Summoning a demon was probaply the wrong word more like controlling the cloud of flying Chickenwings into the shape of a giant chicken as you sat down in front of the Circle made of pommes with a burger covered in ketchup. They did not know you where an ancient imortal. They did not know your where an ancient imortal necromancer. Beeing able to move bones ways pretty usefull in this case . As you crushed the managers head and squished the Karens face into a bloody lump with a smile. She would never ever harrass a worker again. As you open the gasvalves of all the ovens while the giant chicken-look-a-like colapsed relived from your control as you didnt need it anymore you lit a cigare walking out of the restaurant watching this hell of a place burn to the ground . No one left alive to tell the tale of what happend you sent an application to the next fastfoodplace. It was the 3rd time this had happened why did it have to be so hard finding a chill job? You probaply would never find out but killing bad people and using chicken wings as a weapon of muder to keep your abilitys in shape from time to time wasnt so bad after all.