You guys certainly jumped on this bandwagon pretty quick.

Alfred didn't see kiku for, like, a few months after that. Ronald said they weren't friends and what Ronald said was law.
Gotta please the hand that feeds you burgers.
"Babe, go back to the bedroom. I'm cooking."
"But I'm hungry."
"If you don't go back to the bedroom you'll starve."
"Shit. Okay then." Alfred went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. Ronald came in a few minutes later, naked except for an apron.
"Let's get mcfreaking crazy." He purred.
"Babe, no. I'm hungry."
"You'll be hungry a lot longer if you don't get mcfreaking crazy with me."
"Ugh. Fine." Alfred let Ronald grip his man tiddies and kiss him and shit. He really just wanted to eat but if he didn't get mcfreaking crazy then he wouldn't get to at all.
Ronald's gloved hands slipped into Alfred's pants just as the phone rang, interrupting him.
"I'm mcfreaking pissed." Ronald declared, pissed.
He reached toward the phone and answered it.
"This is McDonald's, how may I help you?"
Alfred sprawled out on the bed, listening to the call.
"Yes. Yes. Anything else. Okay. Have a nice day." Ronald hung up and turned to Alfred.
"We're mcfreaking leaving."
"What? Why?"
"The hamburgular wants me to some over for game night and I don't want you playing with my dildo."
"Okay. Can I at least eat first?"
"No. To the burglarmobile."
"But I'm hungry."
"I don't care. Let's go."
"Fiiiiine."

What have I gotten myself into.