Over in the forest, a beast prowls in wait for its prey. The mask is ancient and dates back to times of civilizations unknown. Dark wings carry a heavy burden as the light of gods shines upon them. McDonalds.
βFinally, the gods and its angels have ascended upon my mortal soul.β The beast growls. Was it out of anger and frustration, or was it from their stomach? Who knew, what they did know however was their hunger.
They were famished from their long journey, so pushing the glass doors of the establishment open, they enter and proceed to the cash register where they drop coins of gold and silver onto the counter.
βOne happy meal,β They say to the indifferent lad manning the cash register. βWith a side of fries and a sundae.β
βWould that be all?β Replied the teenager, punching the order into the register.
βYes.β
In the end, the beast got their tasty oil-induced fast food meal, and they were happy with it. Onwards to their journey!
