Author: Cruel-hearted saffron institution

Lo,

Fortuitously having dressed in my finest silks and cottons and feeling desirous of some char broiled beef, I took the metro to the town's mockup of farthest Cathay, or "Chinatown" as the peasants say.

And there I espied his majesty's fine castle at the corner of G and 5th. The interior of the king's court was crowded, but there was no queue at the "walk-up" order window. Showing my respect to the king's man who operated the little swinging door, I presented my tribute to his majesty, consisting of no less than $8.

And as quickly as my monetary homage was accepted, his majesty THE KING bestowed upon me the finest gifts, including:

* A Whopper whole, untouched by the stain of mayo

* Medium fries

* A Medium Vanilla Shake

* FOUR packets of ketchup

And when I had received these glorious things, the KING allowed me to enter his court and have a feast in the grand banquet room in his basement. And the KING's kindness and magnanimity was on display for all to see. For in the banquet room with me were the village poor and needy, whom the KING kindly allowed to take their rest and conduct their business in his court. One fellow, whom I assumed to be a leading man among the local yeomanry, offered to sell me a bag of some green plant, surely a finest spice from Italy or Tahiti.

Ordained by God, acclaimed by men -- Oh, what a monarch!

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