The Ancient Egyptians had a mastery of many things, architecture, mathematics, and even some say dark magicks.
Flash forward six thousand years to downtown Hamilton, where a young boy named Virgil Hopper was purchasing a sandwich at Subway.
"Hi, can I have a footlong cold cut combo on Italian Herbs and Cheese?" Virgil asked nervously in his recited tone.
"Yeah, sure, Regular cheese?" The tawny moor behind the counter enquired, hand eagerly in place to rapid-place the cheese to please.
"Yes, please." Suddenly, a faint noise caught Virgil's attention, distracting him just long enough, that when he turned back he noticed that his Swarthy Subway Sandwich Servant had placed himself over by the vegetables. "Oh, excuse me, could I have that toasted, please?"
"Hey, Sure thing, Buddy!" The rugged sandwich warrior with skin like mahogany chimed as he placed the footlong delight inside the toaster oven. Virgil and this Sandwich Sampson, this Eatery Adonis, this Gyro Hercules gazed at each other with awe as the smell of toasted bread filled the self-contained environment provided by Ottawa Heating, Cooling, and Airconditioning.™
"Bing!" Quoth the toaster.
The tan-skinned swimmer's bodied man grabbed the sandwich in a way that only a true warrior who had known hardships would. Dropping the twelve-inch breadbeast was not an option, he cradled it like an infant. "What would you like on that, Chief?"
"Uhhh…" Virgil was flustered by this Oaken-Hued Lunchtime Luchador using such intimate nicknames. "Yeah! I'll have lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, mayonnaise and salt and pepper, and that will be all, thank you!"
With the speed of a raging, but gentle cascade, this Stallion of a Sandgineer assembled the requested bits masterfully. "Would you like the meal deal?"
"Uhh, n… No thank you." Virgil smiled playfully.
"Alright, that'll be six twenty, champ." Mr. Tall dark and handsome informed.
Virgil slid his debit card through the slit playfully, underwent the transaction, then grabbed the plastic bag containing the twelve inch masterpiece. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome, enjoy your meal!" Spoke the SandwichFather.
"You too." Virgil scurried out of the Subway.