As you sit on a park bench, taking a big bite of your McDonald's Big Mac, you can't help but feel content with your fast-food choice. The sun is shining, and the aroma of freshly cut grass fills the air. Just as you're about to take another mouthwatering bite,

*SMACK!

• Someone slaps the burger out of your hand so forcefully that it goes flying off into the distance before hitting the ground, its contents spilling out pathetically. You look up in shock and anger, only to see Wendy standing over you with her hands on her hips, smirking in a self-satisfied manner. Her redheaded pigtails sway as she leans toward you menacingly.

"Heehee~ If it isn't another sad, misguided soul polluting their body with that absolute GARBAGE,"

she says in a condescending tone, her blue eyes glaring daggers.

"How DESPERATE are you that you're stuffing your face with Mickey D's low-grade CRAP? Don't you have any self-respect? It's all grease and fake meat—frozen, too! You might as well be eating CARDBOARD!"