Chapitre 1: Chapter one
Everyone would say I'm a pretty jolly guy, from my big red smile, deep red hair and pure white face. I am an American icon, everyone knows me just by glancing at my face. My huge yellow jumpsuit is a classic look. Did I mention the big red shoes?
My name is Ronald McDonald. A clown with many talents, the face of McDonald's. My job was once to bring happiness to the customers. I was on birthday cakes, I had my own television show and my own toys. I was a celebrity, and a huge big deal.
I am far more disturbed than people think. I am sick of being taken for granted. You hardly even see my face around McDonald's anymore. I ,Ronald McDonald, retired forcefully from McDonald's. The face of McDonald's, the very person that made everything McDonald's so special, is gone and thrown away like yesterday's old burgers. Somebody will pay. I will have my revenge. Every single McDonald's employee is now my enemy.
I pace back and forth. The voices in my head never stop. I am filled with madness.
"They can't just throw us away, Hamburglar."
Even through his black mask, I can see the hatred in his eyes. He was also thrown away like yesterday's news.
"I know Ronald, we have to do something about it." I watch as he tosses the knife back and forth between his hands.
These disturbing thoughts have been swirling around in my head. The blood I see, I hope, will someday be the blood I smear on my face.
Hamburglar is my best friend. We do everything together, and I always have his back. After McDonald's cast us aside, we still lived in McDonaldland. Some people believed it was a fictional place. Mayor McCheese, Grimace, Birdie, we are all still here leaving among each other.
Hamburglar and I have to keep these feelings away from the others. Birdie is too sweet and kind hearted, she'll never agree to hurt anyone. And Grimace is in denial. He believes one day McDonald's will restore all of us to our former glory. When they came out with the Grimace milkshake for a few months, it didn't even help his case of denial. They used him to sell a few milkshakes for a month or two, and after the milkshake was gone, you never heard about any of us anymore. Did you? Grimace doesn't realize any of this.
My dog, Sundae, walks out of our bedroom. He looks like a clown also. The white-brown spots on Sundae's head and tail are accented by a blue nose, a red mouth, and a tuft of red hair.
"Goodboy," I say, petting him on his head.
"Don't worry Ronald will get our Revenge," Hamburglar tells me.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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