What the fuck did you just fucking say about whataburger, you little carpet bagger? I’ll have you know whataburger is at the top of the game, and has been involved in numerous secret raids on flavortown, and has over 300 ways to customize each burger. The employees are trained in gastronomy and are among the top grill cooks. You are nothing to them but just another customer. They will feed you with flavors the likes of which has never been seen before by your weak, timid taste buds, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit about them over the burgernet? Think again, yankee. As we speak I am contacting my secret grill team across the Republic Of Texas and your sandwich is being made right now so you better prepare for the food coma, weakling. The food coma that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your opinion. You’re fucking hungry, pleb. I have the franchises to eat anywhere, anytime, and I can order online at over seven thousand locations, and that’s just with my phone. Not only am I extensively hungry for beef, but I have access to the entire network of All Time Favorites and I will use it to its full extent to out-eat your pathetic “in and clout” off the face of this country, pleb. If only you could have known what food your little “California” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn hippy. I will shit burger meat all over you and you will love it. You’re fucking eating this, kiddo.