Ronald describes how he punishes people who use slogans from competing chain restaurants

"I would also have to turn him into a Quarter Pounder," Ronald adds.

"A what?" you ask.

"A Quarter Pounder," Ronald repeats with venom in his voice.

It dawns on you. "Oh, you mean a Quarter Pounder as in hamburger," you say. "Sorry, uh, Ronald."

"Hopefully, you understand why I must not allow slogans from competing restaurant chains to be used here," he hisses. "I would hate to have to turn you into lunch."

You gulp. "Y-yes, Ronald . . . uh, sir."

Ronald stands up and pushes his chair in, looking as if he has business to attend to. Strangely, his expression and body language switch from angry to happy and silly. "Enjoy your meal!" he chuckles, and then heads back into the kitchen. Grimace, Hamburglar, and Birdie, who had looked horrified and ill just moments ago, follow him cheerfully.

You wonder if Ronald and his friends will let you leave once you are done eating. Just in case releasing you is not in their plans, you decide to look for an escape route.

Written by All Beef Patty

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