
How may I shape your reality?

Burger.

Chicken sando, heavy on the mayo. Three pickles, cut lengthwise, not into coins. Thick-cut bacon. Coke Zero. Curly, cajun-seasoned fries. Key lime pie for dessert.

(Okay. Burger manifests itself into reality, piece by piece, and rotates counterclockwise until retrieved.)

(The scent of the meal arrives first- then the sound of it being cooked. The sizzling of bacon, the sound of the pickles being sliced... and then the sandwich in its entirety. A cloud of faintly green, glowing smoke falls away to reveal the sandwich, rotating counterclockwise until retrieved. And then... a concierge bell rings, and the plate of pie slides in behind it.)

Thank you.
burger? did he just say his last name is burger??

You will succumb to the #curse in approximately 72 hours.
oh yeah well you just lost the game

Parry

I already made that joke a few days ago. Terribly sorry for you.