The Voice: It is the Broodwich, forged in darkness from wheat harvested in Hell’s half-acre, baked by Beelzebub, slathered with mayonnaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken forced into sauce by the hands of a one-eyed madman, cheese boiled from the rancid teat of a fanged cow, layered with six-hundred and sixty-six separate meats from an animal which has maggots for blood!
THE BROODWICH CANNOT BE TAKEN APART OR DISASSEMBLED
But I don’t like sun dried tomatoes!
Master Shake: Who are you?.. What is this?
The Voice: It is the Broodwich, forged in darkness from wheat harvested in Hell’s half-acre, baked by Beelzebub, slathered with mayonnaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken forced into sauce by the hands of a one-eyed madman, cheese boiled from the rancid teat of a fanged cow, layered with six-hundred and sixty-six separate meats from an animal which has maggots for blood!
Frylock: (Long Pause) See… told ya.
Master Shake: I tasted mustard.
The Voice: Yeah… DIJON mustard!