For the record, the only aspect of this comic that is not firmly the truth is my relative proximity to Forrest at the time of the event. I was in fact many miles from the epicenter. Thank god.
This one time, a friend of mine and I went to the local mall to acquire supper from one of the food outlets there. Our business of choice specialized in wads of grease masquerading between two halves of a prefabricated bun as cow’s meat. And root beer. You know the one. At that specific time, however, they also happened to specialize in making the doubling of your greasewad order a financially sound proposition, thus did we return home with twice our regular dosage of “beef” sandwich. This perturbed my companion not in the slightest, but fearing the clinical backlash of overdose, I decided to preserve my second morsel for a later time.
That time was breakfast the next morning.
The preservation process involved the usage of a device that subjected my would-be fast-breaker to frigid temperatures, and so I made the fateful decision to use a localized radiation chamber to restore it’s former heat capacitance. The final mistake was consuming the result, which had… adverse effects on my internal systems. We do not speak of them now, but they did not have anything to do with nutrition.
So yeah. Don’t go nuking a day-old fast-food burger and expect it do anything but sit in your stomach producing noxious fumes.
Ja.