The Muffin Man, we'll call him Berry, because that's his name, realized that he was really, really lonely. After his bitch mom kicked him out of the house he knew he had to find a job and a place to stay immediately. He scoured far far away for any work in the culinary industry he could find, then one lucky day, just as he was about to give up and work for the corner (iykyk), he stumbled across a cute little pastry store. He walked inside and as the chime of the bell just above the door went off, he locked eyes with the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his entire life. "Hello and welcome," said the stud of a man before him.
"Hello."
Said the Muffin Man.
The man who Berry had presumed to be the owner of the store, was a tall, jacked, beefy, Spanish man called Juan Paulo Phillio Julap Punternto MagicÒ Dias Michelle the fourteenth. A god, Berry thought, it must be, his physique and chiseled jaw line suggested a malicious intent, however his gentle but calloused hands suggested the heart of a kind and honest man,
"You want job?"
Said the Juan.
"Y-yes," answered Berry
And with that Juan got on his knees and.....
Picked up the fork he dropped.
