She stared deeply into the mirror, and realized who was behind her. She gazed into his eyes, and realized that he was the one. He was so meaty, so ready, and had such colorful hair. She had written him for years, but he had not responded. She wondered if the printing Manchester was too hard to read, but did anyone really know? Did anyone really know what was truly going on? It seemed so hard to figure out, and it seemed so hard to dissect and understand.
Still, there he stood. His arms were wide open, his heart was beating fast, and his mind was focused on her. It was her, it was truly her, and he wanted her. Then, she approached, and realized it was none other than the one and only Ronald McDonald.