"Damn that Ronald," thought BK as he sits in his sanctum late at night. Another night of lackluster sales. No matter how many brand deals he does, no matter how many fast food Frankensteins he creates, he just can't seem to keep up. He blames his lack of success on one man, that filthy Ronald McDonald. BK's blood boils thinking of that Ronald. What does Ronald have that BK doesn't, aside from better overall food. BK just can't seem to rap his head around it. "Maybe it's Ronald's charisma? Mayhaps it's his charm? His dashing good looks? His chiseled jaw line..."
BK snaps out of it. "Where'd that come from? Regardless I can't deny that he's doing better than me in some regard. I simply must find a way to get ahead...but how?" It is then that BK got a devious idea, one that's filled with mischief and deceit. "Yes...it's so crazy that it just might work!"
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