I don't care what anyone says, there's something about a MacDonald's burger that is very pleasant. Maybe it's the special sauce or, more likely, the particular pickle they use - or even that singular squishy nature of the whole thing, that makes them so hard to beat as a taste experience. Who cares if they're made from the sweepings off the abattoir floor? It's the taste that counts. And anyway, what d'ya think they make Pringles from? There's nothing like something made from the powdered, reconstituted remains of something else. Get with it, folks - this is the future made present, the paradise our ancestors laboured so long to attain. You've heard of the stone age and the iron age? Well, welcome to the plastic age when everything, even the food, is made from plastic.
You think I jest? Well we're about to enter the bug age. See how that grabs yer...
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