Heaven On Earth With An Onion Slice

[robblerobble]

It starts with strange, mop-like creatures that smell of french fries setting up a boombox outside the local burger place. With a click, the boombox starts playing a song on repeat.

And then, with a burst of smoke that smells like cooked beef, appears the famous no-goodnik, THE HAMBURGLAR. Strutting inside the restaurant, he makes a dramatic flourish with his cape, declaiming grandly.

"Cheeseburger, robble robble!"

Behind him, his two Fry Guy minions skate inside, doing their best to look threatening. This is a stickup, diners! ALL YOUR BURGERS ARE BELONG TO HIM.

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[robblerobble]

"Robble robble!"

Not anymore! The burgers have been liberated from their unworthy consumers, and it is now time to retreat. A pleasure, madame.

With a tip of his hat, the Hamburglar and the Fry Guys make to leave.

[redfleurette]

"Rob...ble?" Liberated?

Curious, she turns to the burger joint. 'Unworthy consum—' Hey, wait a...!

"Robble??" Did you do that??

[robblerobble]

"Robble robble."

Of course.

[redfleurette]

She starts hopping up and down a little in agitation. B-but her friends! Are they criminals??

"Robble! Robble!" But that's mean! Why??

[robblerobble]

"Robble robble!"

Anywhere there are people that have burgers, the Hamburglar shall be there to liberate them!

[redfleurette]

"Robble!" That's not liberation at all! Those burgers' destiny was to be eaten!

[robblerobble]

"CHEESEBURGER!"

Yes! Eaten...by THE HAMBURGLAR!