" r-r-ronald-kun . . . !!1! " ranny exclaimz. " p-plz don't be mad . . . i made u a cookie but, b-but i eated it!!!11!1! "
Ronald simply stares. He is nothing. He lives only to amuse and serve with a smile. That’ll be one Happy Meal, would you like the toy? That’s his favourite phrase. He’s lovin it. His life. His job. The fact that Karen took the kids when she left him.
“…would you like fries with that?” he intones intonily, staring at the Green Day reject with a smile brighter than his own future. “I can give you a drink for only an extra 99 cents.”
















