The Broodwich
The Voice: It is the Broodwich. Forged in darkness from wheat harvested in hell's half acre. Baked by Beelzebub. Slathered with mayonnaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken force-fed to dogs by the hands of a one eyed mad man. Cheese boiled from the rancid teat of fanged cow. Layered with 666 separate meats from an animal, which has maggots for blood.
Frylock: See, told ya.
Shake: I tasted mustard.
The Voice: Yeah... Dijon mustard.
Shake: Well... how come no bacon?
The Voice: Bacon is extra!
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