How would you rate my tale of epic proportions on a scale of 10 to 11?

It all began in the magical McDonald's drive thru. The blanket of night had fallen suddenly and brought a coolness to what had been a burning hot day in the height of summer. The car I was in was full, the smell of weed lingered in the air like a ghost. One of my friends - we shall call him Zachary for the purposes of this story - said ''If you keeps the bill under $20 it's on me." We soon realized you could get 50 chicken nuggets for $10. Our path became clear. We knew we had to ask for one-hundred-chicken-nuggets. We received our food and drove off into the night. Before long it became abundantly clear none of us liked chicken nuggets.