I’m Cheddar. I hold my fry in a relaxed, ketchup-dipped, ready-to-eat position. Swiss and Jack follow suit with fork and knife. Murican guards our backs with frychakus in hand… I sense his body quivering with tense energy waiting to be triggered in juicy, flavor release.
We’re not wearing costumes.
We’re the Teenage Mutant Ninja Burgers.
We strike taste buds hard, and then fade into the night.