They are the only ones I crave. I am the only one that eats them. Four tasty cheeseburgers with ketchup dripping out, pickles, juicy cooked meat, and bacon so crispy it makes me cry. Four burgers coated with melted American cheese. Four burgers that fell out of Heaven and onto my plate. From Antarctica, I can smell them but the penguins don’t know what burgers are so they don’t care.
The way they are made is a secret. Their secrets have never been revealed. 50 years have passed and still nobody knows how to make them. Except for one...The Almighty Burger King.
Whenever The Almighty Burger King serves a burger a child who feels depressed somewhere in the world, would have a smile on his or her face. Sizzle sizzle sizzle they say while he’s cooking.
When I have a bad day and feel sad I eat a burger. When there’s nothing else to do I eat three more. Four burgers cooking on the grill. Four burgers that stand as one.