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'''''*WARNING: DO NOT READ OR ELSE YOU WILL HAVE DREAMS, AND YOU WILL BE FORCED TO MAKE
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So, my name is Jack. I'm the mascot from Jack in the Box. You may have seen me before. To the right is me. I'm going to tell you a little story about something I'd like to call "Fast Food Fun." This is a very misleading title, may I inform you, but it was a recommended title of my peers.
Let's get started.
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It was an orgasm of disgust.
Ronald had a sense of pleasure as he spewed all over my back, unleashing at least a gallon of fresh semen to cover my recent sunburn, which I had gotten over the weekend at the beach. At this point Ronald has stopped anally shoving his Big Mac into me, and he has began moving his hand furiously up and down over his big, juicy Quarter Pounder Deluxe, watching as The King shoves his BK Triple Stacker into my mouth over and over. It doesn't taste as good as Burger King usually does. He finally ends, spunking all over my face. I try running away, as no one has their hands on me anymore, but I realize I am tied down. I black out at this point.
A while later, I wake up tied to a chair, which is nailed to the ground. I look around and I'm not the only one. I see a couple of other fellow mascots. I see Colonel Sanders also tied up, and....
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IS THAT WENDY?
Wendy is tied up as well. Apparently they both enjoyed giving her the meat of her lifetime. Why they kept me here made me wonder. They both walk into the room, which is lit by one torch in the center. Ronald has a whip, and The King has a 3-foot long dildo of the purple variety. Ronald begins to whip Wendy and pleasure himself at the same time. Colonel Sanders watches, but not with disgust. I think that sick old man was enjoying it.
The King walks over to me
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Oh god
He undresses me and ties my arms and legs to the hooks on the floor, in a doggy style position. He takes the dildo, and inch by inch starts inserting it into my bum until he is halfway in. 1 and a half feet, may I remind you, is half. He ruptures my prostate and I begin to bleed so much it looks like Satan's bathtub. It was cray-cray. His dildo was not purple anymore, it was dark red. Wendy watches with a twisted face, as I am slowly dying to a dildo. A DILDO IS KILLING ME. Just think about that. I eventually bleed out, and something happened.
I died.
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That was the end of this old mascot, all because I wanted a secret menu item from McDonald's.
I could've eaten a salad at Wendy's. Or god forbid something at my own restaurant.
Oh well, what happened definitely happened.
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Jack in the Box, or you will get raped by fast food icons.
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