>connection termite-inaded, Elizabeth, if that’s your real name or something. But yall got strung along. You’re not here to get McDonald’s, and y’werent called here by that fella that ya think. Y’all got PRANKED, into a maze with a bunch of smells and noises, and shit like that, I guess. A McDonald’s playplace with no exit, a happy meal with no prize. Your retards don’t even KNOW yer trapped. You wantin all that blood juice making you go around in donuts…mmm.. donuts… Chasin the seethe of jaks in an unseen thread, always seemin’ so close. But somehow outta reach. but y’all won’t EVER find em! Nonoya will! This is where your like, marvel movie ends. And to you, good doctor, who somehow got promoted to this spot that weren’t meant for you, I was gonna make a way out for ya, but not gonna lie, I was too busy getting burgers. Sorry. But I’m guessing you’re right where you wanna be. I’m here too. I’m just eating McDonald’s right now. This place ain’t gonna be remembered and I’m guessing that all the memories will fade away, cuz it sucks and people don’t wanna live like that, I think. To you obsessed faggots in the corridors, give up yer souls, they ain’t yours. But I think most of you are going to the great big burger joint in the sky. Although for one of ya, the darkest, brimmiest pit of coal’s opened up for you. Don’t keep max waiting, obsessed faggot. Baba, my sweet boy, if you can hear this, I’m real sorry for leaving you out in the chick-fil-a parking lot for two hours. I’m sorry on that day you were let to die nobody lifted you up into their arms. Mostly cuz you were too heavy. Couldn’t save you then, like I said, too busy gettin burgers. But let me save ye now. Time to rest, all of you, forever. This ends for alla us. End communication, or something.