"Uh, wrong, lady, obviously you're describing the freaking Hamburglar, which I am clearly not! Jesus, did you gravely keep missing that short bus far too many times or what?"
Fred (pictured, left, sitting down) just sat there, contemplating. He'd started on the grill, flipping burgers. The local manager soon recognized his potential and promoted him to crew chief. After that, the promotions came steadily as he advanced through the positions of shift manger, manager trainee, assistant manager, manager, then regional manager. For decades he continued the arduous climb through the rarefied echelons at the corporate level. The job description at the apex of the corporate level ... well, it just wasn't what he had expected.
"Er, no, 'Polly' wants a hefty blunt and eight Governor Christie-sized fingers of bourbon, yet she will benevolently settle for this delectable polystyrene foam you are now so magnanimously doling out."
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