Mozz Stix

Let's start out with a simple, short story. A few years ago, on a summer day, BK was down to its last bag of frozen mozzarella sticks. So as the day progresses, the amount of mozzarella sticks, began to dwindle, until there was just one stick left. Because its relevant to the story, Jim's favorite food at BK at this time was the mozzarella sticks, so you can image how upset he was that they were being discontinued. Back to the point. So there is only one left and of course Jim wants it for himself, so he takes it and puts it in him mouth to eat it. But I'm not going to allow that, so with a gloved left hand, I lash out and grab his face by his cheeks, which forces his mouth open, and I reach in with my right hand, also wearing a glove, and pull out the mozzarella stick and proceed to throw it in the trash, crushing Jim for the remainder of the day, and possible his life, I'm not sure that he has ever fully recovered from that day.