As you approach your local McDonald’s, something in the air, just feels different. An overpowering scent of salt and oil catches your nose, and you turn your eyes to the dumpster on the left side of the McDonald’s, which has started to open ever so slightly. Stricken with fear, you open your inventory and pull out a glock 19. In that instant, the dumpster opens, and a single box of fries falls out onto the pavement. Just when you’re about to ignore it, it starts rising up off the ground, whilst simultaneously pulling fries from what seems like a different dimension, fries that get bigger and bigger as more conglomerate around that original package. Finally, a cone shaped package is pulled under the mass. It’s eyes open, staring deep into your soul. It pulls a fry from the mass, and swings it around in his hand, challenging you. You switch from your glock to a bottle of ketchup, a smirk creeping across your face.