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