A few days ago, there was much confusion and consternation in Santa Royale, as folks wondered what the deuce had happened to Wilbur Weston’s hamburger as he lunched with his lady-friend Iris. Some thought the meat had gone bad, some thought the “secret sauce” (hell, if the sauce were that shade of green, I’d keep it a secret, too). I merely thought Wilbur had ordered a burger with guacamole, but that might be a little too “ethnic” for the denizens of Charterstone, unless he and Iris had cautiously ventured into “the Valley,” where Santa Royale’s minorities are contained.
But then, like a bolt from the blue, the mystery was solved!
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Ha ha! Classic!