Winston sat in his chair, bound and unable to move. His body had been mutilated and rendered unrecognizable from O'Brien's merciless torture and he was near his breaking point. The room was insanely dark, but he could taste his own blood in his mouth after having been beaten numerous times.

O'Brien stood there, smirking to himself, as he knew that he was close to succeeding at breaking this man's mind in the name of Big Brother.

"So, Winston, have you accepted Big Brother's way as your own?" said O'Brien condescendingly.

Winston struggled to raise a bloody finger (from having rusty nails jammed underneath them) and said the words "I realize now that my way isn't the correct one."

O'Brien then said "good, now le-" but before he could finish his sentence, Winston continued "But I also accept that your way isn't the correct one either"

O'Brien clenched his fists, frustrated that this man was refusing to break. "And what way would be the true way?" asked O'Brien as he prepared a power drill to stab in this man's eye.

Winston grinned and said "All these months of torture have made me realize a few things. This world doesn't belong to Big Brother and it doesn't belong to the humans either."

O'Brien raised the power drill above his head and said "Why don't you just tell me who this world belongs too before I strip you of your free will?"

Winston grinned even wider and said "IT BELONGS TO ME! THE HAMBURGLAR! ROBBLE ROBBLE!"

Suddenly, Winston broke out of the restraints holding him and tackled O'Brien, knocking the power drill out of his hands.

O'Brien stared in horror as Winston began clawing at his face and began pulling off pieces of flesh as easy as one would pull off a rubber mask to reveal what lied below until eventually, O'Brien was no longer staring at Winston anymore, he was staring into the eyes of a demon whose sole goals involved the consumption of fast food by any means necessary.

O'Brien was now staring into the eyes of the Hamburglar.

"I don't mind that you killed my family, or that you tortured the shit out of me either, but you committed an unforgivable crime in my eyes-" said the Hamburglar

The Hamburglar then reached over and grabbed the scalpel from O'Brien's torture kit before finishing his previous sentence with "you stole my hamburgers."

The Hamburglar then stabbed O'Brien in the throat with his scalpel, causing crimson red blood to shoot from O'Brien's neck.

"Now, to get my burgers back, robble robble" said the Hamburglar

3 years later

What followed since that fateful day was a series of quickly and precisely timed strikes against Big Brother's forces.

Numerous Thought Police were slaughtered due to their inability to compete against the awesome might of the Hamburglar.

It was blood-soaked carnage in its purest form and it was a truly wonderful sight to behold.

Soon, a new group that called themselves, "The Cult of the Hamburglar" had arisen and had been committing acts of anarchy in his name. Their calling card was using red spray paint to graffiti the words, robble robble, onto any property that they'd destroyed.

The powers of fast food empowered all those that they touched.

Now currently, our hero made his way towards Big Brother's HQ, to reclaim his hamburgers and liberate mankind once and for all. This would no longer be planet earth after he was done with it, it would soon come to be known as McDonaldland.

Meanwhile in the grey building, dozens of Thought Police were chilling out and enjoying themselves with cups of coffee in hand.

"Hey Joe, so are we gonna dance or what?" said one of the Thought Police

Joe the Thought Policeman responded with "Seriously? Every fucking time we have to tell you that nobody on planet earth wants to dance with your sorry ass."

Suddenly, the Hamburglar kicked open the doors to the building and said "I'll dance with ya" before pulling out two sub machine guns and opening fire on the squads of unprepared Thought Police.

Dozens of bodies fell to the ground as the Hamburglar riddled their bodies with bullets.

Soon enough, a mountain of dead bodies lied in the middle of the room and the Hamburglar just said "super-size me" before lighting a cigar and letting two puffs of smoke escape from his lungs.

The Hamburglar then tossed his machine guns away and pulled out two Uzis before zipping through the building and gunning down every single Thought Policeman that he could find.

Eventually, the Hamburglar arrived to a giant grey door with a big red-letter B engraved on the front. The fast-food thief immediately walked though this door and braced himself for what lied ahead.

The Hamburglar entered through the door and spied a man sitting in a dark green swivel chair, facing away from him.

The Hamburglar smirked as he uttered the words "Big Brother, so we meet at last"

Big Brother turned his chair around to face his adversary. He was wearing a dark green mask with a letter B on the forehead to hide his face.

"I see you've finally made it to my lair. It's too bad that it's going to be your final resting place" said Big Brother.

"I know who you are," said the Hamburglar.

Big Brother chuckled and said "Really? And who am I?"

The Hamburglar then said "On my journey to murder the shit out of you, I started picking up clues. The fact that you called your forces, the Thought Police, and the fact that you seem to be obsessed with controlling history and the truth leads me to believe that there's only one person behind that mask."

Big Brother smirked and said "go on, say it."

The Hamburglar pointed his finger and said "Mr. Potato Head."

Big Brother immediately tore his mask off to reveal the brown visage of Mr. Potato Head His mustache glistened in the air as he looked at the Hamburglar dead in the eyes.

"You may have figured out my identity, but it won't help you out. Not when I have this" said Mr. Potato Head as he held up a Big Mac in his right hand.

"You bastard" said the Hamburglar.

"If you truly want to live up to your name and be the Hamburglar, you will have to fight me to the death" said Mr. Potato Head.

"Was there ever any doubt that this would end another way?" said the Hamburglar.

The Hamburglar reached behind his back and pulled out a samurai sword, while Mr. Potato Head did the same thing.

The two warriors stared each other down as time seemed to stand still.

Finally, the Hamburglar made the first move and slashed at Mr. Potato Head, while Mr. Potato Head parried his blow with a lightning fast strike of his own.

The two warriors struck with such force and moved so fast that it seemed as if they were invisible to the naked eye. The two blades clashed and clanged with each other as neither side seemed to want to give up anytime soon.

Eventually, one side would succumb and that side would be the Hamburglar as Mr. Potato Head managed to slice the burger thief's shoulder, causing blood and cooking grease to spew everywhere.

The Hamburglar knelt down as Mr. Potato Head held a sword to his throat and said "any last words?"

The Hamburglar replied with "yeah, I mustache you a question" before he reached up and grabbed Mr. Potato Head's mustache, which he proceeded to rip off at the speed of sound.

"Without my mustache, I'm doomed" said Mr. Potato Head as his body began to fall apart.

The Hamburglar then grabbed both his and Mr. Potato Head's samurai swords and he began to slice up Mr. Potato Head at speeds greater than any human.

Chunks of brown peel and white innards fell as Mr. Potato Head was cut apart piece by piece until soon, Mr. Potato Head was nothing but a pile of mush.

"Big Brother? Looks like he's plain brother now." said the Hamburglar as he walked over and picked up his well-earned Big Mac.

As the Hamburglar took a bite out of his big juicy burger, the world around him began to rumble. The people began running away as big black letters began to arise from the ground up.

Around the world, people either ran away or stared in awe as buildings were crushed and streets were uprooted by the letters.

Soon, the rising stopped and it could not be clearer as to what the message was.

In big black letters, so large that they could be seen from space, the words "ROBBLE ROBBLE" were spelled out for everyone to see.

The Hamburglar exited from Plain Brother's building and found himself surrounded by newly freed people.

The burger thief then snapped his fingers and a throne shaped like a hamburger appeared out of nowhere, to which the Hamburglar immediately sat in.

As he sat down, the people then began bowing and worshipping their new king.

The era of McDonaldland had begun and the Hamburglar would be the one to usher in a new era of peace, harmony, and fast food.