Hamburger Hank, the Purist

Hamburger Hank took three steps into the restaurant, gasped, spun on his heel, and stormed out.

“What’s wrong?” asked French Fry Felicia.

“They sell chicken as if it’s a hamburger!” cried Hamburger Hank. “It’s a travesty!”

“So what?” asked French Fry Felicia.

“I have a real beef with chicken burgers.”

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