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Heaven On Earth With An Onion Slice
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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They're still making some burgers in back, but most of the kitchen is gone to computers too, and only a single griddle remains, well isolated from the rest of the operation.
[I swear to god, McMoons is a real thing. ]
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Moments later, a bloom of blue smoke appeared on the ordering counter. "I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the extra pickles on the double quarter pounder of justice! I ... am Darkwiiiiiiiiing Duck! And you and your pom-poms can cheerlead for crime somewhere ELSE, you stripe-d swindler!"
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Who'd notice the burst of smoke when there are mop-like creatures to fawn over and paw at?
"Hey, can I have a picture? Please? Pretty please?"
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He may look like your average dumbfounded diner, but while one hand remains firmly gripping the cheeseburger he was about to take a big bite of, another casually reaches into his pocket and drops what might be a largish marble. He quietly and gently kicks it away, dumbfounded look still directed at this spectacle.
The marble rolls off to rest behind a trash can, where it then resolves itself into the form of a robot wolf. Said wolf is just waiting to see what happens next before letting the Fry Guy fur fly.
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So when a weird guy in a striped outfit suddenly busts into the joint demanding their burgers, she stares for a moment... and then promptly shrinks herself and her burger down to teeny size. You're getting her burger over her dead body!
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AT LAST MY OPENING
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Most people do something along the lines of panicking at the sight of this mysterious burger-themed supervillain. But where others see chaos, Aya sees SCOOP.
Turning around to use her booth like a chest-high wall in a World War II video game, Aya starts taking mad pictures of Hamburglar. However, she's got her back turned on her Southwest Burger...
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LAAAAAAATE
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I COULDN'T RESIST
Bill can't exactly say he was expecting this when he decided to have lunch at a '50s-style diner today. Although he doesn't find this nearly as weird as you might think. It's more along the lines of mild surprise.... and that's not necessarily a bad thing.
The man in the eyepatch, gold and black faux-tuxedo t-shirt and black jeans turns around in his booth as one of the pom-pom monsters passes by.]
Hey, small fry!
[Grinning, he pyrokinetically forms a blue fireball in his hand, before tossing it at the minion.]
Try not to get overcooked! AHAHAHAHA~!
[This is gonna be WAY more fun than an ordinary lunch.]
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