L-ittle-Mac

Hey, what's up? Your name is Little Mac! Er, better known as Whopper Jr... Well... screw it. You were born in the Whopper household ever since you were simply a slider. Because you decided to sell yourself for $1 unlike your F-A-T-H-E-R, you and your dad have a pretty tough time handling one another. While your sister and mother are completely fine with it, your father isn't! One day you just had enough and decided it was time to settle it on your own. From there, you moved to New York where you were adopted into the home of the Macs. Because of... yourself, you went from Whopper Jr. to Little Mac. Life was pretty good! Times were fine and business was moving smoothly on your buns! However, one day, you were sent a letter upon an unknown source. Normally you don't trust these things, but a chance to make yourself known better?! Sure why not! You headed on down and joined the Smash!!... er, but little did you know, pun not intended, they were looking for a different Little Mac... Never the less, you try your best, and while mostly everyone tenderizes your meat a good majority of the time huehuehuehue, you always end up still the way you are. But there are times where you lose your seeds and someone kiks your buns, but hey, it's not kids menu going on here, there's no happy meal toys! This is the real deal! It's time to get your buns in gearrrrrrright after you get yourself off the fryer...