“Follow me, me place is only one block further,” Lucky said. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
“Wow, you live just a few blocks away from me,” Jon said.
They got to a rather ordinary looking house that didn’t scream anything leprechaun themed about it, but then it didn’t scream Trix rabbit either.
Lucky let Jon in, but inside, they heard some faint crying voices coming from upstairs.
Lucky warily led the way. Voices could be heard more clearly on the other side of the door to what was probably a bedroom.
“Oh, Trixie, where have you been all my life!?” a high male voice cried out.
“Oh Ronald, Ronald! You’re the real burger king!”
Creeeeeak, went the door as it opened. Jon got a clear view as his height towered over Lucky, as they saw a white anthropomorphic rabbit being mounted doggie style by Ronald McDonald.
“Holy shit,” Jon said.
“I, I can explain!” said the Trix rabbit, in a very female voice unlike the one heard in the commercials.
“I’ll tolerate someone stealin’ me cereal,” Lucky began. “But there’s 2 things I won’t stand. Stealin’ me gold, an stealin’ me wife.” And then he revealed his rainbow marshmallow magic could do a little more than just produce bowls of cereal after all, when some sort of weapon appeared in his hands. “Got any last words, clown?”
“Lucky, no!” cried Trixie.
“You shut up or you’re next, bitch,” Lucky said with venom.
“I just hamburglared my way into her heart,” Ronald said. “You were just coming up too short for this beauty, but I was the super-sized happy meal, and I always filled her up. And now there’s a prize inside. Deal with it!”
A swirl of pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers, purple horseshoes, red balloons and rainbows swarmed from the weapon in his hands, in a beam of colorful death, skeletonizing Ronald before he disintegrated entirely.
“This is pretty fucked up right here,” Jon remarked.
