"Oh my God, I feel it in the air Telephone wires above Are sizzlin' like a snare Honey I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere Nothin' scares me anymore" Jschlatt's quest for extra creamy ranch sauce on a McChicken at 2 AM.

the rewrite is better, trust me this is a wilbur x jschlatt fanfic, don't read if you don't like that I don't ship them in real life don't worry

Jschlatt was a murderous psychopath but Wilbur Soot didn't believe it for a second.