Billy was at Burger King one day and he was looking at the menu. Billy said I don't think I need a Whopper because it does not come in a box with a toy. I am going to that other place. So Billy dragged his doting parents to the other place.
At night I visited Billy in his bedroom and whisked him away to BK where Billy was turned into a crispy and delicious box of Billy boy all white meat chicken fries. This is what happens when you don't have it your way.
THE END.
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