I gasped for air, crawling toward the aroma. If I could only find the source of that delicious scent. It smelled like… bliss. I managed to lurch through the door, and the smell intensified tenfold. “I’ll have a number one combo please,” I gasped. Chester’s hamburgers serves the best hamburgers there could ever be.
The taste of those burgers is like biting into an angel’s lunch. The indescribable joy that floods through your mouth… I fell off my chair the first time I bit into one. I felt like I was flying though. As far as food critics go, I would be a pretty bad one. I hate everything. I don’t even eat pizza. Who doesn’t eat pizza? But those hamburgers, they could cure the blind, heal the sick, bestow hearing in the deaf. They are that good.
Not to mention the size. You could hide another entire meal under one of those burgers(although I don’t know why you would even bother with another meal when you have a Chester’s burger) and have room to spare. It has the diameter of a volleyball, but it tastes way better(obviously). You’ve seen my opinion on the taste, now imagine that, except is just keeps coming. So much deliciousness per bite, combined with tons and tons of bites, crates rapture. Never ending joy and happiness. Chester’s Hamburgers is the key to world peace.
Now I’ll leave you with a thought to ponder: are there any burgers better than Chester’s? I’m just kidding. The answer to that is obviously no. The actual question is: What is the meaning of life?
P.S. The meaning of life is Chester’s Hamburgers.