A lone ronin tiredly stepped into the abandoned village looking for a McDonald's, where she hoped to eat and sleep in the bathroom. The McDonald's was closed, but the Burger King was strangely open, ran by a massive, hulking rat in a tailcoat and top hat. They looked more like a plumber than a rat, but that’s because of the massive mustache. Oh, how glorious this mustache was; so worthy of emphasis for it was large, oil-black, voluminous, and could grant any wish with only a twirl! Of course the price for such a wish was high and terrible; one must deliver to him a large wheel of extremely rare and extremely stinky bleu cheese.
Hot wing restaurants hated her simple trick: steal all the bleu cheese that they use to make their bleu cheese sauce from all the hot wing joints in a 100 mile radius. Without the Bleu cheese for their sauce, they couldn't ensure that the evil ghost kitchens (SO SPOOKY THOSE GHOST KITCHENS, I'LL TELL YA, THE SPOOKIEST) would never pull a fast one on the good people of the nation by selling them all sauce sans the blues --- white sauce labeled as blue!
And no one would ever disrespect Marmalade Butterby's 15th amendment of "DON'T MISLABEL THE WHITE SAUCE!". Anyways, back to the ronin; she was, at this moment, hatching her plan to aquire the necessary bleu cheese.
