he's "the burger king," and he is the embodiment of my greatest fear.
picture this is the real world: you slowly awaken on a sunny saturday afternoon, without a thing on your schedule and a lazy day on the docket. the birds are chirping happily and the sheets rustle with every slight movement. you slowly open your eyes on this glorious morning and peek at the sunlight as it sprays through the window as you roll over to give your wife a 'good morning' kiss.
all is well with the world.
But, as you roll towards the love of your life, you notice the familiar smell of scrambled egg and bacon. you quickly ask yourself questions. did my wife bring me breakfast in bed? how lucky am i? is this going to be a reflection of the great day i'm about to start?
then, just as you roll towards the warm body in the bed next to you and your eyes groggily open with anticipation, your focus finds something other than your wife. something, well, sinister and evil: "the burger king," laying on his side and holding a breakfast sandwich on a small dish. his frozen eyes, reminiscent of a great white shark, and his evil grin, a perfect rendering of the devil's smile.
he can't be killed by conventional means, much like ozzy osbourne...only bone fragments from actor vincent schiavelli (look him up and you'll know what i mean) can kill "the burger king."
in other words, the end is nigh...fear the reaper? take your cowbell and shove it. FEAR THE KING!
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