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The Hamburger
It was quite a nice day. The sun was shining the wind gave a cool breeze, blades of grass moving at the gentle rythm or the wind. But as for Marx, it was horrible. He was famished for the loss of flesh, thirsty for the sweet taste of blood. Then he saw it- On the ground with a bun, a meat pattie, smothered in ketchup, it was a hamburger. It was food. Marx drooled and stopped himself. He wondered if he was hallucinating again. "Meh. Fat chance." He grumbled. Reaching out towards his next meal he felt the warmth comfort him. It was real. Bringing the hamburger to his mouth he took a bite. Flavors bursted in his mouth, heaven upon his tounge. "Yay!" He exclaimed twirling in circles. It was wonderful. The meat like raw kill but seemed more hot and toasty, bread he didn't know although it was slightly sweet, ketchup like blood. Eating it slowly he savored every mouthful as if it was life itself. After swallowing the last portion he licked his fingers. "Ah. Such a good meal."
"HEY MARX HAVE YOU SEEN A HAMBURGER!?" Yelled a familliar voice. It was Magolor, he ran towards the winged villan.
"You mean the one that was sitting here?"
"Yeah."
"The hamburger with one pattie?"
"Yeah."
"The one with ketchup?"
"Yeah. You seen it?"
"Meh. Too bad. I just ate it."
"MARX YOU ATE FIVE MINUTES AGO!"
"Meh. Who cares?"
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