"Who ate my apple?" demanded the evil hamburger.
He thrusts a scroll in your hands. It says, "Eat me, Eat me, to
the core. Inside me is the way through the door."
You look at each other in shock and say, "I guess we have to
start somewhere."
You eat, and eat, and eat for hours. You all of a sudden bite down on
something salty. You pull it out and it is a mustard-covered french
fry.
Barbara looks over at the door and notices the doorknob. It's shaped
like a french fry container.
Dave cautiously put the french fry in the doorknob and
twists.
Dave, Barbara, and you cower in the corner. Dave and you both hide
behind Barbara. The door flies open and behind it is an evil
hamburger. His eyes are dill pickles with ketchup dots as pupils.