Life Story of an Ingenious burger

Resting at an extremely overused tray, along with his all time trusted companion, the tomato ketchup sachet, waiting for that fat little spectacled jerk, the ham and cheese burger wondered what the future had in store for him. 

Would it simply be eaten away, chewed vigorously by that not so adorable specimen of a homo sapien  , just like every other burger that was ever produced, or would he be "The ONE" ?
The ONE who changed the destiny of the generations of burgers to come. The ONE that finally got them to those levels where they actually belonged. 
That level was certainly not some smelly guy's poop.

Though difficult, but it could be him. He surely had a better IQ than others. He could actually "think" all this.

And it was also not as if he was just relying on fate for everything to happen. He had planned things out. And if things went his way, he would restore his breed's lost glory. 

What he needed was,that just before that fatass would even touch him, a car full of secret service agents ( the CIA guys , 'like those in the movies , wearing all black ,carrying some sci-fi gadgets',
Yes , exactly them)  come into the store and take him away. He had seen a lot of over the top action thrillers when he was in the bakery , while dough was being mashed upon by workers with their feet. 

This was the only thing that he had left on fate. If this happened, he had two situations planned . Remember not one but two. For such a round headed burger, this was quite a flexible thought process . 
Those cool agents would definitely take him to someone important. CIA agents don't rescue you for fucking losers. 

Guess what, he would be taken to the one and only, the exclusive, the top trending Donaaaaaaaaaaaald Trump

Situation 1) 

President Trump had heard about how great it's taste was. He finally could satisfy his taste buds. I guess those taste buds too would be racist as they would not allow a single drop of coke with him.
You know ma'am, coke and its colour.
Just while the poor burger was feeling pressure on him being held by those thick, fat fingers of the blondie, the Secretary of State came in with a document. The blondie's unsatisfied taste buds had overpowered all of his other senses by then( if he even had those) and he signed that document. Little did the blondie know that he had dug his own grave. 


He was set up. Set up by the Secretary of State and Bill. Not the one with 'Gates' ,but the other one. The one who had a famous wife!

Blondie had signed his own fucking termination letter. 

The mission was accomplished. And the great part was, there were no casualties. The burger had made everyone realise his true potential.


This doesn't sound logical right!




Just while he was thinking about lighting up the world with his heroics.
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Gulp!


And everything was finished .



Seems illogical, right ?  

Logic was left miles behind, just at that point where burgers started thinking!


 And Situation 2, We'll have to live another day to hear that.

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  1. Haha. Amazing creativity. Would love to read more such works.

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