I was once sitting in McDonalds enjoying a number 1 value meal (Big mac, Fries, Coke, and make it large). While eating the secret sauce drenched burger, I felt a huge thud in the roof of my mouth. I was instantly jerked through the roof of the building, and then tumbled to the ground. At that time I was drug down the street, as the flesh on my rump sizzled on the pavement. I gathered my senses, and ran towards the source of agony. When I got there, this giant ugly thing grabbed me by my "wang" and armpit,dunked me in a bucket of water for a couple minutes to shine me up, then held me up for a photo. He smiled and said, "boy, that one sure didn't fight", then threw me on the pavement, and then he headed for Burger King. Out of breath, I crawled back to McDonalds to lick my wounds. I can till you that I don't have many nerve endings in my melon, but that hurt like hell. I haven't eaten a number 1 value meal since that day. LOL