Going to Burger King
“Do it.” Escargoon hesitated, his palms felt clammy as his finger hovered over the trigger. Swallowing around the lump in his throat he turned to look at his King.
“But Sire-” He was cut off as Dedede slammed his hammer onto the ground. The snail felt his shoulders stiffen as his Majesty loomed above him.
“I said take the SHOT!” Shrinking beneath Dedede’s rage, Escargoon turned back to what he had to do.
“Yes Sire.” Sending a silent prayer to any gods above he readied himself. The Burger king stepped out of his car. The plastered smile on his face made the right hand man cringe. His crown caught the light making the snail squint as it reflected off his scope. His finger squeezed against the trigger.
“I’m sorry for what I am about to do. Forgive me.”
BANG!
“There’s only room for one king.”
