Nuggets. Nuggity nug nug nuggets. Mmm mmm,

Nuggets. Nuggity nug nug nuggets. Mmm mmm, yes sir.

After creating the worst slogan in McDonalds' history, I found myself unemployed. Perhaps this was meant to be, though, as the next day I applied for

making food in Burger King. I wanted to get revenge of that white skin, red hair, yellow suit clown. However, things won't go well, as i was scared of the King of Burger King's. I

decided then and there to become part of the Burger Commandos, that elite black-ops force that went against the McMafia and their cruel clown king pin. "My I take your order? SIR?

But the McD's cashier was outiftted with a mustard riot shield, four special-sauce smoke grenades, minced onion tear gas, and a sesame seeded bun ninja star. The Burger commando

backed into the Fry Guys, who started babbling meaninglessly, until the Hamburgler had the chance to pounce; with the aid of Wimpy, the Burger Commando never had a chance.

Fry Guy floated above the platforms, spewing nefarious fireballs down upon the Hamburgler. Mr. Wimpy squeezed his Charmin to unleash a photon cannon that narrowly missed hitting

his own cheek. " I should have practised using this infernal weapon." he muttered to himself before picking up the trails of his burnt hat and marching in tune with the rest of the

platoon. Anyway his job as embedded clown was to amuse his troop to distract them from the grim reality of war, so he reloaded the pie launcher with a cream custard this time.