Walking through the woods at night had his

asked, "Where's the nearest McD's where I can find the most mutated fries in the world?" Frieda aimed the crocodile away from the forest, taking a breath to calm her nerves. He did

n't get an answer to his question. The croc flew with a perfect arc, but missed the target. Grimace kept coming. The mutated McDonald's character was not going to back down.

Grimace was sick and tired of the bullshit. Ronald grabbed his shoulder(?) and grimace bit his hand. "Fuck off clown." Then Grimace grabbed a fry guy the

way you grab someone just before you chuck them through a plate glass window, which is just what Grimace did. The fry guy landed in a bloody heap on table #8 of the main dining

room showfloor at the Ashley Furniture Warehouse. Ashley was curious as to why a bloodied minimum wagee was lying on her prized Mpingo Table, but before she could react,

the flesh of the poor sod dissolved right before her very eyes, leaving only bones and a

scattering of bloodied fingernails. She tried to scream, but it was as if the breath had been stolen from her lungs; she could only gaze raptly at the utter horror of the

unspeakable, depraved & completely bizarre work. One could truly feel the pain of the artist in creating this masterpiece. His fingernails would grow back, which was good because

with nail polish and a one hair brush, he would attempt ten minatures of a St. Pertersburg winter scene. So little has been said about Russian Realism. (and for good reason!)