A great deal of the school lunch can easily be mummified and/or fossilized within the amount of time it should take to, um, decompose. If you are like me and you do experiments that involve the rotting of school lunches, you will both find it amusing and yet revolting that though more than a week or two has passed, everything still looks the same. You will feel both delighted that you proved your point (school lunch MUST be filled with the unreasonably great amount of preservatives harmful to the body in order to survive that long), but you will also feel disappointed to some effect because of the fact that you have proven yourself right and that there are hundreds of kids out there (like perhaps you, who is reading this right now) eating junk even worse than the worst fast food restaurant. So I am both happy and sad to present to you the newest results for yet another one of our experiments with school food- starring Specimen #4 (I think, if you count all of the experiments, you will find that it is #4).
An Interview with Mr. Mini Burger-Muffin Bread (married to: Mrs. Giant Meatball Patty, who is also present in the Interview)
Note: GMP will mean what the wife says, and MBMB will mean the burger guy himself
Us: So, Mr.MBMB, what exactly are you when put together with your wife, GMP?
MBMB: Some sort of burger, I guess. Can’t exactly tell you what we’re made up of, though. There are two reasons for that! (One would be that it’s top-secret, and the other is that I don’t really know anyway…but be quiet about the second reason, okay?)
Us: Mr.MBMB, when were you last present in the school lunch? When is your birthday?
MBMB: Well, me and my wife here, we were last present at school about half a month ago, if I remember correctly.
GMP: That’s about correct.
Us: Would that date be your birthday?
GMP and MBMB: Strictly speaking, our birthday would be the day we were made, which could be different for the two of us- for all we know. But if you want to count our birthdate as the day we were served, then perhaps, yes.
Us: Okay. Anything else important we need to know about you guys?
MBMB: Well, yes. You may also find it interesting that my wife, GMP, when squeezed, or pressurized (I don’t really know if you’d like to be fancy with the words or not, gives a whole lot of unhealthy, yellowish-clearish oil.
GMP: That’s kind of embarrassing the way you say it, husband, but it’s true all right. Now for payback…I’d like all of you to know that my husband, Mr. MBMB, is just about the hardest biscuit lying around. He’s currently as hard as rock! You might want to pair him up with that baseball bat of a Bosco stick and sell them on EBay or something as a baseball bat and ball.
MBMB: You wouldn’t be that evil, would you?
Us: No matter. It doesn’t matter, does it? Well, thanks for the interview. Goodbye!
An Interview with Mr. Mini Burger-Muffin Bread (married to: Mrs. Giant Meatball Patty, who is also present in the Interview)
Note: GMP will mean what the wife says, and MBMB will mean the burger guy himself
Us: So, Mr.MBMB, what exactly are you when put together with your wife, GMP?
MBMB: Some sort of burger, I guess. Can’t exactly tell you what we’re made up of, though. There are two reasons for that! (One would be that it’s top-secret, and the other is that I don’t really know anyway…but be quiet about the second reason, okay?)
Us: Mr.MBMB, when were you last present in the school lunch? When is your birthday?
MBMB: Well, me and my wife here, we were last present at school about half a month ago, if I remember correctly.
GMP: That’s about correct.
Us: Would that date be your birthday?
GMP and MBMB: Strictly speaking, our birthday would be the day we were made, which could be different for the two of us- for all we know. But if you want to count our birthdate as the day we were served, then perhaps, yes.
Us: Okay. Anything else important we need to know about you guys?
MBMB: Well, yes. You may also find it interesting that my wife, GMP, when squeezed, or pressurized (I don’t really know if you’d like to be fancy with the words or not, gives a whole lot of unhealthy, yellowish-clearish oil.
GMP: That’s kind of embarrassing the way you say it, husband, but it’s true all right. Now for payback…I’d like all of you to know that my husband, Mr. MBMB, is just about the hardest biscuit lying around. He’s currently as hard as rock! You might want to pair him up with that baseball bat of a Bosco stick and sell them on EBay or something as a baseball bat and ball.
MBMB: You wouldn’t be that evil, would you?
Us: No matter. It doesn’t matter, does it? Well, thanks for the interview. Goodbye!