"WHERE ARE THEY?" Sombra roared, planting both hooves on the Somdonald's counter.
"Where are wha--"
"My maracas!"
"Uh--" the customer backed away. "Listen man, I just wanted an ice cream."
"Machine's broken." Sombra snapped back into his 'customer service voice'. "You know why?"
The customer slowly shook his head.
"BECAUSE MY MARACAS ARE GOOOOOOOOOOOONE!"