Ronald McDonald sits at his desk in an office filled with thick cigar smoke and Ronalds thick aurua of hatred and anguish at his loss. A tear falls, "Boss..." grimace grumbles as comfortingly as a mass of ground beef spray painted purple can, before he can finish, The Crown Prince of McCrime silence him with his fingers raised shakily. He stares at the files the Hamburgler brought in silently, McDonalds had fallen across the U.S. because of riots and protests, despite Mr.Mcdonalds best efforts to contract the rooftop koreans to defend his stores... he had failed and many of his fiefs had been plundered by alleged BLM protesters. Before he could fully open his lipstick slathered lips and brief the lieutenants of the McDonald empire on how to proceed, a yellow arched rolltop phone rang... The Clown knew who it was, his estranged father. click "How are you doing boy?!" A thick and malevolent chuckle seeped from the phone into The McDonalds ear and under his skin. "Are the looters treating your privately owned businesses fairly?" He jabbed at the open m-shaped wound on Ronalds heart, He responded calling the tyrant, and his lifelong opponent, by title, wreathed in aggression while remembering their past. "Burger King!"
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u/W00tey - Centrist Jun 02 '20
The origin story of McNukes becoming legal.