Steady, mate, hold burger wrapper in front of face. Hither, our fell clown shant see us coming.
I'm hungry.
Fair hap on you wee child, this day now introduces McHaggis. You stomach ewe stomach shall at last meet. Hark, what paper blows this way?
Lo, my life blood escapes me. Was the prophecy in ill sooth? For I believed myself immune to harm from man born of woman.
Alas, born of no woman am I. For I am just a cartoon character drawn in pixels on yon internet. Witness all blue screen of death closing in on hamburger queen McBeth.
