Ginger cat hears there’s an evil burger behind a takeaway shop. Spends half the day prowling around like it’s some legendary hunt.
Finally finds it sitting on greasy paper. Looks normal. Too normal.
He walks up. Burger says hello.
Alright, definitely evil. Good.
Cat leans in to eat it and the thing just starts moving. Not running, just dancing. Bun tilting, cheese flapping, whole thing bouncing like it’s got its own music.
Cat just stops.
This isn’t how food works.
Burger says it’s not evil, just funky, and keeps going. Spins a bit. Slides. Looks way too confident for something that’s supposed to be dinner.
Cat tries to bite it but can’t get a clean shot. It won’t stay still. It’s like trying to catch smoke.
After a bit he just sits there, annoyed, then gives up.
Walks off like he didn’t care anyway.
Burger keeps dancing in the alley, completely fine.
Cat decides next time he’s eating something that behaves properly.