"Yeah, what Rolly said" Pitch agreed with a smile, sure even he saw a few holes in the logic, but from what he'd heard, Lucky just had a sort of...well luck, when it came to this kinda stuff.
They pulled up to Chunky Chickens and were a car behind ordering. Lucky turned to Rolly, "Ok Rolster, you wanna order and give them the money or do you want me to to?" Lucky got the hat ready on his head but was also ready to pass it off if Rolly wanted to do it.
"I think even if the Chunky Chicken people had questions they'd think anything but a group of dogs just ord--Lucky now do we order?" Pitch suddenly asked.
"Oh right" Lucky pulled out a tape recorder from the pocket of the coat, "good thing I turned this on one time when Roger was order, um...do two big buckts of chicken work for you, Rolly?" he asked.
"Incredible" Pitch shook his head, "He has an answer for everything".