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.