Some poor child left his or her minion lying all alone, still wrapped up, on the table at McDonalds. I had wanted my own minion, but already had ordered a deluxe quarter pounder meal. When I saw him there, I knew he was meant for me. So I took him to Denny's and bought him a blueberry cheesecake shake. The consistency was liquid, hardly a shake, but still good none the less.
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