Your happy meal is sad because I killed its dog. You heard that right, I punted it 55 feet. I then ate it right in front of it. It began crying and evacuating its bowels everywhere. I gave it 2 swift kicks to the ribs in an effort to shut it up, but it only got worse. Anyways, I had a grenade at the ready (who doesn’t) and pulled the pin and shoved it down its miserable throat. The happy meal exploded in a horrid mix of fast food and entrails. Now go clean it up. Now, or you’ll suffer the same fate as that godforsaken happy meal.