Tales From the Burgerverse: Of the Meta and Memetics

I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios, where I worked under the management of Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned, Sonic.Exe, EVIL PATRIXXX and his friends, Slenderman, and other creepypasta characters I can't be assed to write. In my downtime as an intern between running donuts and watching spooky lost episodes made as a prank, I decided to take a stab at writing. EVIL PATRIXXX and his friends didn't care, for my being a lowly intern was of little, if any, importance to them. Then, one day, as the red sun rose over the paradise of Los Angeles, EVIL PATRIXXX READ MY STORY WHERE HE DIED AND THEN I DIED!!!!1!

This is a story all about how my life got flip turned upside down;

and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there!

I'll tell you how I became the EVIL PRINCEXXX OF BEL AIRXXX!

There once was a guy who could never be tolled

He was told his voice was of gold

He'd never give you up

Nor let you down

LOL you got Limerick-Rolled

Hello. This is EVIL PATRIXXX. I do not care for such lowly trite involving my faults. MUAHAHA. If you dare to write a similar story that I daren't transcribe to protect your lowly mortal minds, YOUR NEXT!!!!!1!

A hamburger stared listlessly into the empty void, nary a thing in sight but white with blue and black carvings in the sky, the occasional purple to break up the tedium. The silent void went on for endless eons, and the only way to pass the time was to leave more carvings in the nothingness, simply to pass the time. The strangest of sights caught the hamburger's black and red eyes; an arrowhead that rapidly changes into a human hand, as if pointing at something.

"The same thing..." The hamburger whispered to itself.

The blank infinite warped into a wall of carvings and an image of a vague humanoid shape, whiter than snow and looking like a fish.

And so, the hamburger simply went back to aimless meandering as if there was anywhere to go. Maybe going where everyone else does should do the trick. Carving more stories identical to the last, generations untold the loop repeating...

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