Cosplay is so much fun, but what we if could expand the magic to the masses so we can find work for those lost warriors on the street. Whatever happened to Ronald McDonald and his clan of misfits? Those guys had children on a spell of some sort but let’s remember they had bosses. These bosses told them what they could or couldn’t say. Mayor McCheese sold his own nation out in the name of fine china. This leaves us with no real idea of everyday life in McDonaldland as it is truly meant to be mysterious. This man named Ronald was deemed the mascot of all fine dining establishments of McDonaldland. These restaurants have monuments of Ronald constructed with one of them being a bench with a statue of himself sitting on said bench just straight vibin’. I know because I have taken pictures with these Ronald McDonald monuments as he is what I call a true American and this fine American culture shall come alive again in every American city. Big pits of balls. Jungle gym madness. What more do kids need?
Back to my idea. I and the Bros. agree while vibin’ at the Burger King because I am indeed the king of burgers. Every fast-food franchise must have tree house living quarters for 3 said, hosts. These hosts will be the most absolutely insane humans who would never hurt a fly. They have surrendered to the cosmic duality of love and have no idea what in the fuck kind of world this is. We can live in a treehouse and vibe like Burger King every day. Why? Why not. These mascots will entertain guests and keep vibes high while consuming said the king of burgers. We will grow our own medicine on-premises for personal use only and kick-ass basically. Our compensation can be burgers for spreading love as the king of burgers. Obviously, no girls allowed. We will come out sporadically and arrange our treehouses like a fort of some kind I imagine.