"Why hasn't the sauce been imported yet...?" the bloodthirsty, McDonald's loving ghoul known only to his cult as the master, "Big Mac", demanded, clasping his cold hands together menacingly.
"Forgive us, master. It has not been cultivated yet," a lone slave replied.
Big Mac wrapped his large, bony hands around his slave's neck, making the foul creature yelp in pain. "Fool. I believe I placed that order a week ago. My customers expect exquisite cuisine," he growled.
"Please forgive me, my lord! I didn't realize how important it was to you!" the lowly laborer cried.
Big Mac dropped it with a splat. "I'm revolutionizing the McDonald's industry," he spoke, eyeing the glowing yellow M looming in the distance from his trailer park. That was the M he held dominance over, the M he was the manager of.
"Yes, indeed," his second-in-command, who went only by "McLatte", agreed, stroking his pet Chuck e Cheese mascot.
"Hehe...bring me the human flesh," Big Mac commanded.
"Yes, master," his staff bowed.
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Deep Fried: a CCG Mystery
FanfictionA ghoul appears who enjoys selling big macs made of human flesh. In order to stop this heinous criminal, the CCG resorts to opening their own McDonald's as a trap.
