Frankie saddled up to the bar at the We-Stuff-Em-All Diner, official headquarters of Fat For A New America. He turned to his most portly friend, Bubba the Burger, and launched a tirade.
“If we don’t do something now, we could lose all our progress, twenty-five years of expanding and accumulating straight down the drain--if you catch my flow.”
“Did you call the others?” Bubba asked.
“Yeah. Sophie and Bunnie are on the way. I told them we needed an emergency meeting.”
“What about Mickey?” Bubba .