I don't know about you, but if that big headed Burger King guy was standing at my front window at Oh Dark Thirty in the morning I'd be somewhat alarmed. After the initial shock wore off, I'd tell him to get his kingly ass out of my flower beds and go bother someone else. Breakfast or no breakfast.
If Juan Valdez and his burro were there instead, I'd invite them in for a cuppa.
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