Well,

15 years ago I was with my feller Jefferson. See Jefferson and I here had an illegal burger joint stored up. One day we get a new customer whom I wish I will never see again in my life. Mr. McDonald politely walked up to me and my gang and demanding a double chipotle patty melt, our most famous burger; along with some French Fries and mac n cheese. We deliveted Mr. McDonald his meal, and Mr. McDonald began his antics right about there. “The is this shit?” McDonald demanded. Quickly McDonald pulls out an Uzzie and blows out the entire Chucky Cheese and held Mr. Cheese captive. Mr. Cheese suffered… unhealable injuries… I, being a brave young man, went into a BallPit wheel Mr. Cheese was held captive. “Some ass and i’ll let this man pass” said the clown. I declined his request. Angered, McDonald launched at me and began forcefully unloaded his Quarter Pounder. “Would you like that WITH cheese or WITHOUT?!” howled the clown. Peteified, my mouth could not formulate a response. He began to unsheathe his Quarter Pounder with cheese as he unshesthed my vulnerable position. “Please!” I cried out “i”ll never support the King again!”. “Ohh don’t worry about the King, Mr. Water… You’ll meet him soon.” Desperately I cried out to God “Please sire! I beg of you. Help me **pleseee**!! Swiftly, Burger King comes in and slays the evil Clown and dismantles his corrupt establishment.

It was then that I found God.