You recognized the texture beneath you and instantly realized that you were on a hamburger. You gazed up to be met with May. She stared at you with the eyes of a predator, and a hungry one at that! She went to the fridge and got out a few ingrediants. You knew this was your chance to run, but...you were entranced by what was May was doing and the result was that you couldn't move. You wanted to run, but you wanted to stay also.
As you were contemplating this, a large squirt of ketchup hit you, oozing all over you. You wiped your eyes, only to be squirted with mustard. You cringed, the stinging of the mustard barely hitting your eyes. You wiped your eyes again, looking up at May again. She looked down at almost complete sandwhich, admiring her work.
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