Animal. Style.
I see you baby, slathering my cheeseburger with special sauce and pickles and onions. And oh God, is that mustard in the burger?
How dare you! To think I would ruin such an amazing creation with a tomato or lettuce. No such healthy stuff here. Puh-lease.
Oh and the way I pour that Root Beer. Oooh baby, that's it. So refreshing.
Why do I make your fries so limp, baby? If I could change one thing about you, sugar, just crisp up those fries... For me?
We don't have to fight, just hand me that stack o napkins and everything will be all right. You know I love you.
Animal style.