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B Miggs, pixel parodies
Where do the pixelated high school drop outs and career fair dodgers end up when everyone else with legitimate work ethic has moved on to more lucrative pastures? Where can angst-ridden teens come to learn leadership, team spirit, and marginal managerial experience for $5.03 an hour at a patty-presser? Where is the best place to hide rat shit in a customer’s lunch with little chance they’ll even notice because it just seems to get lost in that signature frothy blend of oil, sweat and special sauce?
That’s right. Burger Time, bitches.
Where burgers are stacked with love and ladders and anthropomorphic sausages are constantly trying to kill you. It won’t put you through college (you weren’t going anyway, face it) but it will give you a sense of responsibility and just enough money to not even barely get by, forcing you to take on that second job: armed robbery. Now get back to fry salting, you stupid failure!
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10.10.2008 ,
at 11:55 am
This post offends, but doesn’t surprise me. Burgertime is an allegory for class struggle, and this is written in the voice of the pseudo-empowered middle management class who willfully subject their own at the bidding of big business.
disgusting. Open your eyes to Karl Marx’s vision for Burgertime and fight the good fight:
