The crescendo of sizzles coming from the kitchen meant that there were a fresh batch of McNuggets to be eaten. Henry smelled the wonderful ode of artery clogging fat and grease wafting in. His accruing hunger and desire for the McNuggets reached its peak when he reached the front of the line. He chanted McNuggets as though it was a magical incantation that ordered for him. Just then the person behind him, Stealy McNuggets, screeched in horror, because Henry's order had had such a negative affect on him. In Henry's good nature, he tried to mollify him, but he kept bawling. Then, Stealy McNuggets stopped, and Henry, with nuggets in hand, asked him why. Stealy used the pretext that his car was broken and Henry could help fix it. Stealy’s artifice
