Ryoga sat in hell, muttering to himself how much he fucking hated Burger King for killing him. His crown was not the only thing that had betrayed him; the whole restaurant had betrayed him. "I FUCKING HATE BURGER KING," he yelled at the top of his lungs for everyone in the fiery pits to hear. A particular fiery-haired male had heard him and found the purple-haired source of the screech. "Hey, I'm Thomas. I heard Burger King and now I'm in the mood for some, you wanna come, loser?" he questioned, stretching his hand out for the sitting boy to grab.
Ryoga stared at the figure, dumbfounded for a moment before realizing that he had lost the way of the shark. He took Thomas's hand, stood up and yelled loud enough for everyone in hell, on earth, and in heaven could hear, "I FUCKING LOVE BURGER KING, BITCHES!"
The end.