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The burger sat in front of xys computer, not quite satiated from the half eaten Big Mac sitting atop xys tower. A string of saliva hung from xys protruding lower lip and collected in a pool between his chins. The not quite pink glow from 4CHAD reflected dimly up his mystery meat face.
A message popped up, urgently. A fair maiden prostrated forwards to push her buttocks out proceeded to shake them furiously. "Is coffee good for you?" she asked. The burger, overwhelmed with passion furiously banged the single key on his keyboard, the only key the burger understands, the only key the burger needs; MADE FOR THE BBC, MADE FOR THE BBC MADE FOR THE BBC over and over again for the rest of the night.
~fin
