Okay, okay!
...So there I was, in the bowels of New York, New York, all alone. The night was cold and dry, just like every night in the big city...those buildings were looking down on me, ready to crack and fall to my death. I had to get a cab, but there wasn't a ringer in sight. Feeling lost and confused I stumbled into a dark alley, not sure where else to go. My pace sped up and I couldn't help but give these crazy, incessant looks over my shoulder, you know? Like, someone was chasing me. Then my foot fell down to something soft, and plushish, and I slipped, landing straight onto my back. I got up to see that I had slipped on what I was dreading more than anything else...that's right...a silver hamburger plushie...the one thing that I was trying to get away from... It was just sitting there on the filthy concrete, basking in damp puddles and old garbage. I picked it up only to find it all drippy, and damp. It was ill-used, but a silver hamburger plushie nonetheless..... I knew exactly what this meant...
I looked up to that dark, smoggy sky and yelled....
"ESMERELDAAAA!!!!!!!.........."
And that's where I got the plushie from. :)
